Your words are
Dew upon the fields,
Coaxing the violets to leap
Forth with joyful color—
Hue upon the fields
Where once the thorns held sway.
The violets now rise to greet the day.

Your words are moonlight to the ocean,
The warbler’s morning song,
Sunlight bending through the trees,
A river swift and strong—
Watering the desert,
Bathing crags in light,
Showering savannas,
Courage and delight.

Wind that dries my tears away.
Music in my chest—
Your words flow steady as the tide
And form a cove to rest.

Too, give me wings with which to fly,
To fly and never fall—
To rise upon the southern wind
All soft and warm and new.
Your words lead onward to the sky;
The wind, it croons a lullaby,
And beaming sunlight rules the air.
Your words are golden, faithful, fair.
I dwell on them and soar the higher.
They are fountains, they are fire
All ablaze to light the way—
In the dark, eternal day.