I celebrate myself as I mourn myself.
For days I cried, for days I wandered, lost.
For days I was afraid, so afraid.
For days I rejoiced, life was so good.
It was so good, it was so wretched.
I am the one who worships the sun
As a Christian.
The one who loves the world
Who is not afraid to preach of planets
While worshipping the Holy Spirit.
I see people.
I feel their breathing.
I hear their pleas for mercy.
I cry for them.
I cry with them.
I cry with Christ in the garden.
Christ in a garden, Christ and nature, Christ in all.
I think their thoughts, I feel their emotions,
Until shut down, I cry.