I wish you quiet things:
Seagulls on upward wings
That seek the sunlit blue
And silver momlight through
A wood when night is new.

I wish you joyful things:
Sweet cello murmurings
of wind on golden hills
And dawn - bright daffodils
And little meaclow rills.

I wish you holy things:
A gloried faith that sings,
An eagerness to share,
And every day a fair,
Love - lighted time of prayer.


Grace Watkins