I seek your name in Newfoundland, in Churchill, Hudson Bay -- in Nipawin, Saskatchewan -- in Kimberly, B.C. Your light is in December's face, your being breathes my prayer: Now Canada is Palestine -- your name is everywhere. From Windsor up to Igloolick,
from January to June -- I seek the wind's original, the archetypal joy. No time nor distance slows me down, no surname hides the son; Father, I hear your voice in Psalms: I find you in St. John!