(my heart sings at the)
MY HEART sings at the wonder of my place
in this world of light and life;
at the feel in my pulse of the rhythm of creation
cadenced by the swing of the endless time.
I feel the tenderness of the grass in my forest walk,
the wayside flowers startle me:
that the gifts of the infinite are strewn in the dust
wakens my song in wonder.
I have seen, have heard, have lived;
in the depth of the known have felt
the truth that exceeds all knowledge
which fills my heart with wonder and I sing.