What I do is me; For that I came.
The wandering liquid notes
Of cuckoo, and mourning dove
Echo through our garden
High and full of happiness.
Why do they sing?
They sing because they can,
They sing because they must.
On Milford Sound, I saw dolphins
Leap high through the fjord
Delighted to be alive
Like lambs at dusk in the Lakes
Frisking because they must
They cannot contain their joy.
As you made the cuckoo carol
Its high happy song
As you made dolphins frolic
Smiling 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
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.
Let me dance in words
Through this world which sings with wonder
For that is what you have made me to do,
To create loveliness from loveliness.
