All my life I wanted you,
Desperate for the life of you,
Holding to the dream of you,
Dear daughter.

All these days I'm loving you,
Desperate to help all of you,
Hoping that the life of you,
Discovers, dear daughter

All the dreams you dare to dream,
Dream those dreams with all your hope.
Hope and find that life that's yours,
Dear daughter.

In it all
Through it all
When it all comes crashing
In
it find
through it find
When you find the meaning
In
it know
That life will go
On through it all... with you in it.

When I was poor you fed me
words of encouragement.

When I was young you held me
accountable and true.

When I was gone you called me

Somewhere in the loose change you find it- your brokenness.
Somewhere in the soapy bath water you feel it- your uncleanliness.
Somewhere in the setting sun you see it- you're ending.

Nowhere in your life can you fathom it- your importance.

Somewhere, under the bent branches,
heavy with snow, waits a whisper.

A whisper of all that space has seen-
    the wolf sifting slowly through drifts of snow.
    the deer pausing, alert and eying the depths of the wood.
    centuries of life moving through this clearing.
And the wind will come.  And the wind will carry the whisper.
Carry it to the ear of a poet that will
write the wolf to life, and lower, once again, the deer's head
to graze.  

And the centuries that had lived in that clearing will be given
words and life.  And the centuries more
will hear the whisper and know the clearing.

'Give us this day',
just this day. No more.

'Give us this day',
my only love.  Only her.
Just this day.

Tomorrow's are foolish.
Full of nothings.
This day, this one with this
One.  That's all.

'Give us' my love, my friend,
my wife, my life, the mother,
my only.  'This day'.

Just this.

I loved you the other day
as I watched you die.

And still today, as you cheat death,
I love you the same.
You live like anyone else-
dying with each exhalation.

And I watch you die, each day.
I feel the time we share slip past.
I feel the heart that beats lose out.
I feel the idea of us grow slight.

I watched you dying today-
sleeping soundly as I cinched my
tie- sheets pulled tight as if
an image of sound contentedness.
I watched you dying today-
somewhere in you, a dream.  Somewhere
in you, a heart beating- carrying you
along like the rhythm of a drum.
I watched you dying today-
as I died along with you in time.