THE LYRIC OF A MEADOWLARK
I sing above the anger of the wind,
I swing above the anguish of the sea
Such are my prayers -- for I belong to you,
Earth mother 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 the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary