Father in me 

Mother in me

Holy be your names

Your presence be known 

Inwardly as it is outwardly

Your Will in my will

With silver sword I discern

So that my actions

become my actions

my golden bowl the container 

for my discerning Love

My sword

My bowl

Servants of my flowering 

Soul

The circling still swallow wings 

In the rising falling sky

Testimonial mirrors 

To my winged life