If I can carry the word of peace
and deposit it gingerly on your lips,
if I can heal the wounded heart
and the bless the wounded spirit,
If I can take the joy, the fire in my soul,
and find fertile ground in yours;
then I will be truly happy.

Oh this bliss, this agony,
this everturning wheel,
returning again and again
to start, to finish.
Life would not be worth living without it.

Darling, look at my heart,
not my words;
feel with me
the wonder and the horror
of this world.
Travel the path with me;
I will not abandon you.