my god is dead,

he dies everyday

then lives again:

he dies with the wildflower, the grass and the caterpillar

then lives again in the tender green shoot and

the newborn butterfly.

my god is alive,

he lives everyday

then dies again:

he lives in the graceful huntsman,

his wife and their hounds

then dies again beside the river with

the arrow-stricken elk.

my god is the god of

all that is quickened

and all that is still,

my god is the god of the

whippoorwill.