What I do is me; For that I came. | Anita Mathias: Dreaming Beneath the Spires

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.