What I do is me; For that I came.
The wandering liquid notes
Of cuckoo and mourning dove
Float through our garden
High and full of joy.
They sing because they can,
They sing because they must.
On Milford Sound, I saw dolphins
Leap through the fjord
Like lambs at dusk in the Lakes,
They swoop up because they must.
They cannot contain their joy
As you made the cuckoo
Sing its insistent song,
As you made dolphins leap
With joy through the seas of the world,
You gave me the joy of words.
Help me to make them shine and sing,
As a bird thrills, as fish swish.
Let me use them to praise and play.
Let me rejoice like a bird in the gardens of your world,
Swish like a fish through your seas of mystery.
Help me make words swirl
In this world which sings with wonder
For it is what you have made me to do:
To create loveliness from loveliness.
