What I do is me. For that I came. | Dreaming Beneath the Spires

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.

Anita Mathias