Define Me Not

Define me not by morning's light;
A dawn broken sweet as tender breath
From warm, tender lips to your cheek is pressed.

Define me not by noontide's swell;
A graceful note, overflow'd and chiming clear,
Ne'er faltering to a mournful knell.

Define me not by sunset's calm;
Settling gently o'er the vale
Drawing you closer to sleep with its quiet aplomb.

If you must define my race;
From poetic desire or assurance of love,
Through melody, quality, or form of face,
Look no further than your own dear heart.

For we are a pulse that is beating as one;
A miracle more stunning
Than the rising of the Sun.

One

I am the Lord
The Lord is Me
From the rising Sun
To the distant Sea.
From the Shores
To the Moors,
Every Creature
And Tree,
Is Itself, and the Lord,
And part of Me.