If I gaze all day
at the sun’s light upon
the budding rhododendron,
know that it means I love you.
If my eyes glisten
to see the breaking morning
or share the breaking bread,
know that it means I love you.
If I pause
for a whistling lesson
from the towhee and the sparrow,
know that it means I love you.
If I laugh to listen
to the gurgle of a spring
overflowing in its joy,
know that it means I love you.
If I fling my arms wide
as though to embrace the lake
and the jagged mountains,
know that it means I love you,
O God my Delight and my Creator.
