What I do is me; For that I came.
The wandering liquid notes
Of cuckoo, sparrow and mourning dove
Echo through our garden
High and full of joy.
Why do they sing?
Because it is their nature,
They sing because they can,
They sing because they must.
On Milford Sound, I saw dolphins
Pirouette through the fjord
In the joy of being alive
Like the lambs at dusk in the Lakes
Frisking and leaping
Because they must.
They cannot contain their joy
As you made the cuckoo
Sing its high happy song,
As you made dolphins frolic
With joy in the seas of the world,
You gave me words as a gift
And the joy of using them.
Help me to make them shine and sing,
As a bird thrills, as a fish swishes.
Let me to use them to praise and play.
Let me rejoice like a bird in the gardens of your world,
Let me swish like a fish through your seas of mystery,
Let me leap and swirl in words
Through this world which sings your wonders
For it is what you have made me to do:
To create loveliness from loveliness.