O God, you knit me in the dark,
wet earth you wove around a spark.
Within the waters wound in blood,
you breathed in me and called me good.
Through days of sprouting, bud, and bloom,
through falling leaves and growing gloom,
'neath circling stars and wandering sun,
you hold the earth my steps have run.
Through days of drought and pouring rains,
still, Eden flows within my veins.
Then let me hear you through the flood
cry out again that it is good.
For this is all I truly have
and all I bear into my grave;
while moon and stars wheel on above,
I give this flesh in all I love.
An Eden where an Adam formed:
Your sons were from my body born,
and silent prayers by breaths are marked
or tears that seek you in the dark.
This is my body, giv'n to you
whose image scored it through and through,
and this I offer is my blood:
Oh, say again that it is good!
Kate Bluett 