我
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. It is for small needs it never asks, or knows, or remembers.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer - by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.
The waterfall sings, “I find my song when I find my freedom.”
Make me thy cup, that I may hold thy wine to the brim for thee and for thine.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.