Amazing God,
at the beginning of all things,
for and with and in wisdom,
you (singular? plural? ..)
created a wonderful playground
and enjoyed it fully day and night.
In the babbling of babies
the voices of violence were blocked out and silenced.

And amazingly you gave us responsibility for it all -

sheep and oxen, 

beasts of the field and forest,

   (and the fields and forests themselves), 

birds of the air, fish of the sea, 

and the critters that creep and swim and slither along the paths of the sea 

  (and the air and the seas themselves).

We regret that we have not a better job of looking after your playground 

and keeping it safe for all who would come to enjoy life in it.

Bless us again with your wisdom and with the determination to slide back into our appropriate and rightful role as caretakers of your world 

as we playmake our way along toward the ending of all things.