All Things Answer

Distant shout of the surf
Crackling fire close by
Wind wild overhead
speak my Beloved's name.
He is near. Give praise, give praise.
Earth echoes His footsteps: give praise.

And the sand answers the waves:
Wear me away, wash me away
Carry me out to sea, to be one with Thee.

And the log answers the flames:
Char me away, burn me away
Turn me to ash and air, to be with Thee there.

And the dust answers the wind:
Bear me away, blow me away
Cast me up into the sky, that I may be Thine.

And how shall I answer the earth?