Every person is our truest God, our greatest chant.

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There will come again the leprechauns, 

the fairy rings, the Morrigan, 

beyond the hills, beneath the clouds, 

when rain returns and dew lies pure. 

We will reclaim the pace of freedom, 

free from death’s machines of fear.

Our god is green, born of the land; I’ve seen its face in every man, in every woman, every child, in every song, in every smile.

Above the homeland of my soul, we’ll worship life once more, deeply, and proclaim that every person is our truest God, our greatest chant.

J.S.