Joyous Tribute


If I could see a flower

Half as grand as you,

I'd ne'r disturb a petal fair,

Or cloud a sky of blue.


But I would hasten to my bed

With glory in thy name.

And wish to tarry nevermore

In glory or in fame.


For I am whole in humbleness,

In love and gentle things.

And here is joy

In remembering,

And ever-wondrous wings.


Nancy Tate, 1998