Blessed are we

Oh, the happy sound, when stillness fills the air
Singing sounds of silence, with moments soft as prayer
Oh, the happy hour, when  heart and mind are still
Wondrous feelings surface: the soul can truly feel

Oh, the happy people,who find their sacred space
Resting there for healing they emerge with inner grace
Going forth to labor, they'll wear a sacred glow
And testify to many of  One they've come to know..

Happy are all creatures; the plantlets; and the rest
For we are blessed completely by our constant Guest
Who created all the world: the universe and the stars
Blessed are we, the created, despite our wounds and scars