I hear you murmuring to yourself

… I hear you murmuring to yourself

in a notation Beethoven dreamed of,

but never achieved.

You run off your scales of rain water and sea water,

play the chords of the morning and evening light,

sculpture with shadow,

join together leaf by leaf, when spring comes,

the stanzas of an immense poem.

You speak all languages and none, 

answering our most complex prayers

with the simplicity of a flower….

-- R.S. Thomas, Praise