The Household Gods by John William Waterhouse

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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.