A very liberal paraphrase.
1 The Holy One
is our sanctuary,
our shelter and our help,
our protection from menace.
2 We will not be afraid
though continents quake,
though skyscrapers fall,
though cities be plunged
into fathomless depths.
3 Oceans rage and foam,
4 the Holy One goes always before us,
the God of Julian, of Mechtild,
is our refuge.
5 A river nourishes the shining city
where our Sovereign dwells in splendour.
6 The power of God flourishes our commonwealth;
she will not let it be vanquished,
she will not leave it prey to violence.
7 Governors bustle and worry;
senators quiver and quail.
God has spoken her words of justice,
and toxic powers shall vanish and fade,
shall be as birds with clipped wings.
8 The Holy One rescues us,
the God of Magdalen, of Hildegard,
is our safe place.
9 Rejoice in the Holy One's manifold blessings!
Her artistry makes the whole earth glad,
her energy gives life to fin and feather and flesh.
10 She makes the world flower in peace:
disintegrates the missile, pulverises the bomb,
turns guns to dust and bullets into ash.
11 Pause then, clear a channel,
rejoice that God is God;
she exalts and humbles the nations,
she blesses the peoples
who bless her.
12 The Holy One is at our side:
the Queen of the waifs,
the Mother of the unhoused,
the Lady of the poor---
she is our health, our hope.
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2021-04-07 at 09:07
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