Hallowed, Hallowed

Hallowed, Hallowed

Amy Lindquist

Echo the drum of the jackrabbit’s feet,
hallowed hallowed hallowed be your

Name. I would run hot with life under stars
like he does, hallowed hallowed be your

Name. Or lie still tightly curled in the grass
with the fawn, hallowed hallowed be your

Name. Waiting and trusting in you
to come, hallowed hallowed be your

Name. Icy tears stream down the mountain’s
wet face, hallowed hallowed be your

Name. While I weep with the glaciers, the last
of their race, hallowed hallowed be your

Name. And groan with the reef as it blanches
dead white, hallowed hallowed be your

Name. Like the waves and the breakers I crash
on your shore, hallowed hallowed be your

Name. Your kingdom come
your will be done
on earth,
on earth,
O God,
on earth!

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Amy Lindquist
Poet

Photography by Derek Malou