The Lyric of a Meadowlark
I sing above the anger of the wind,
I shout above the anguish of the sea,
Such are my prayers--for I belong to you,
Earthmother Home, and you belong to me.
I am a part of all the wind's just wrath,
I am a part of all the ocean's pain,
Their mighty voices rise like a common cry:
Where is compassion? Where does justice reign?
Turning I see the sun caress a hillside
Wild with a thousand flowers and children's play
So I sing joy and thankfulness, and wonder,
As all creation teaches me to pray.
Like Shakespeare's lark "at break of day arising
From sullen earth to sing at heaven's gate;"
First it is sorrow, then it's joy I'm singing,
Just a small voice but part of something great.
from LIGHTEN YOUR HEART by William Cleary