iiGloria br br Praise the wet snow br falling early. br Praise the shadow br my neighor's chimney casts on the tile roof br even this gray October day that should, they say, br have been golden. br Praise br the invisible sun burning beyond br the white cold sky, giving us br light and the chimney's shadow. br Praise br god or the gods, the unknown, br that which imagined us, which stays br our hand, br our murderous hand, br and gives us br still, br in the shadow of death, br our daily life, br and the dream still br of goodwill, of peace on earth. br Praise br flow and change, night and br the pulse of day.