Canticle of All Creatures

This poem was written by St. Francis of Assisi, and translated by Dana Gioia.

Most high, all powerful, and most good Lord,
Yours are the praises, glory, honor, blessings.
Only to you, Altissimo, do they belong.
And none are worthy to pronounce Your name.

Praise to You, my Lord, for all creation,
Most specially our noble Brother Sun,
Bringing the day by which You grant us light.
He shines, so fair and radiant in his splendor, 
We recognize in him, Most High, your likeness.

Praise to You, my Lord, for Sister Moon
And all the stars You set among the heavens, 
Which are so precious, bright, and beautiful.

Praise to You, my Lord, for Brother Wind,
And for the air, both stormy and serene.
In every clime, You give us sustenance.

Praise to You, my Lord, for Sister Water,
Who is so helpful, humble, prized, and pure.

Praise to You, my Lord, for Brother Fire, 
Illuminating night for us. He is
Robust and cheerful, beautiful and strong.

Praise to You, my Lord, for Mother Earth,
Who feeds and governs us. From her we gain
All luscious fruits, all colored flowers and herbs.

Praise to You, my Lord, for those who pardon,
Who, through Your love, bear sickness and disaster.
Blessed are they who suffer these in peace,
They shall be crowned by You, Altissimo.

Praise to You, my Lord, for Sister Death, 
From whom no mortal body can escape.
And doomed are those she finds in mortal sin.
Blessed are those found faithful to Your will.
The second death will pass them by unharmed.

Praise and bless the Lord and give Him thanks.
And serve Him in supreme humility.