Creation Calls in Saints Known and Unknown

O Lord, how lovely it is to be Your guest.
Breeze full of scents--mountains reaching to the skies -
waters like a boundless mirror,
reflecting the sun's golden rays and the scudding clouds.
All nature murmurs mysteriously,
breathing depths of Your tenderness.
Birds and beasts of the forest bear the imprint of Your love.
Blessed are you, mother earth, in your fleeting loveliness,
which wakens our yearning for happiness that will last forever in the land where, amid beauty that grows not old, rings out the cry: Alleluia!

Ode 2, from "Glory to God for All Things," a liturgical poem found, in 'samizdat' underground printed copy, among the papers of a prisoner who died in Soviet Russia. His name was Gregory Petrov but the whole poem is now known to be the work of a Bishop Trypon.