Your Loving Spirit Fills My Heart With Joy

Your Loving Spirit Fills My Heart With Joy

Your loving spirit fills my heart with joy

Profound and deep – meadows booming, March

Winds calling, creatures rousing that a boy

Delights in -- soft mice, soaring hawks, larch

Birds that dare the chalky, March-mad rains

With endless, aching cries. For you I dance

The loon dance of a thousand spiking veins.

Mad myself, through breezy grass I prance.

A boy again, kite-pulled through placid cows

And bulge-eyed horses, down long lanes I rove,

Inhaling all the warmed and lanterned houses,

Apple-pied and cinnamoned with love.

And if your spirit answers joyously,

Shall I not dance my March-mad way to thee?

July 11, 1992

Austin, Texas