I praise Thee, creator God
whose lightning’s roam
the storm clouds unchecked
and set laws
all of nature respect.
I praise Thee, God
when I see Thy lights at night
and they hang above me
twinkling and bright
and everything that Thou have created
has an order and logic to it
and a beauty of construct
and a design
that mere chance
has no grasp to make.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem