Oh let me not be proud, dear Lord,
Nor rank myself above
The other Primates, through whose genes
We grew into your Love.
We cannot always trace Your path
Through Monkey and Gorilla,
Yet all are sheltered underneath
Your Heavenly Umbrella.
And if we vaunt and pull ourselves
With vanity and pride,
Our Animal inside.
So keep us far from worser traits,
Aggression, anger, greed;
Let us not scorn our lowly birth,
Nor yet our Primate seed.
-From the God’s Gardeners’ Oral Hymnbook (Margaret Attwood)
Let Me Not Be Proud