“What I do is me; For that I came”: The Song of the Creative

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.