I pray to the sea and the creek
And the long winding river.
To the trees and the bushes and
The daisy cracking open the
Street to come out and shine.
I pray to the beaver and the butterfly.
To the the crowned stag and the wiggling puppy,
To the nursing mother and the tired father,
And the laughing children running naked
With their knickers over their heads.
I pray to the stars and the suns I will
Never see and the rock and the pebbles
Under my feet.
To the pain and the laughter,
To the fear and the passion and
The silence between lovers wrapped
Into each other on the bed.
To the rain and the dessert,
The song and moan,
The dream and the fact,
With all my faith and my doubts
And all the possible selves I
Can one day be.
To the mystery and the wonder.
To the breath and the being,
To the beauty; to death,
With my life
As touching hands.
As bowed head.
As tolling bell.
I, with myself, pray.