The Household Gods by John William Waterhouse
Toward the re-enchantment of the world:
To the blue open heavens I pray,
And the fire at their heart I adore.
The moon, with its reflected light
Receives my love as wave-crests white
Come crashing in to shore.
To the lash of the lightning I pray,
And the gleam of the sun’s bright rays.
To all the rushing rivers wide
That roar down from the mountainside,
I offer thanks and praise.
I pray to all of the distant stars
And the planets that silently roam.
I praise the earth beneath my feat
I praise the worms who will come to eat
When I at last go home.