O you ancient ones,
teach me how to dance.
From you I would learn to live,
I would learn to love,
I would learn to find my path upon the Earth.
Give me your gifts of wisdom.
Whales, take me deep into the ocean's mysteries
to the place where the waves begin.
Eagles, let me soar with you
as you embrace the sky,
show me how to grip the craggy mountains.
O Trees, I would learn your leafy chorus           
and your peaceful solitude.
You morning larks,
teach me how to praise the Creator
with such joyful songs.
Wind and Sun,
put your passion into my heart.

And when the time comes,
you ancient ones can teach me how to die.
Stones of the river, make me weep
with your stories of suffering.
From you I would learn endurance.
And you flowers,
what is the secret of your gentle end?
You can tell me
how to let go of the sunlight.
You know there's no point in struggling
when the day is done.
That's the lesson I fear the most,
and the one that's hardest to learn.
Easier to be a suffering stone in the river
than one of you flowers
with all your delicate beauty.


A touch can start a grieving in my blood
for all the dead who left the world unloved
and hungered for the kiss that would unfold
and waited as they wasted and grew old.

And now that I am young I must recall
that years will pass as summer turns to fall
and in the autumn season of my days
I'll reap the final harvest of my ways.


We must rely on your grace
the way the moon has confidence in the sun
as she climbs higher into the heavens.

Each day we trust in your light
as the lark awaits the dawn
with a throbbing breast and a ready song.

And in the night we must remember
that your love is still with us
just as the sun shines on the earth
though we cannot see its radiance.