Leaping wild deer
Who were chased by strong, glancing youths
And smiling, slevering hounds
Over swift sparkling waters
Bright
Like the eyes of themaidens
Blushing at their
Bold return
And carefree laughter.
And that is the magic
Protection
In battle
Hearts protected
By the summer sun
The running river
The green of hill
The muscle and cheer
And swift response of boy
And dog
The tinkle of laughing girl and birdsong
All in the work of the tanners'
Hands
The armorers' hands
The squires' hands
The warrior
Surrounded by all
That creation praises
And mine.....
Now woven
Of rainbow and
The vapour of grandmothers songs
Of the sounds of daddy's
Whirring lawnmower
And the energy off a firefly's glow
Of the color of the love that has no words
And the words of respect
Whose color has no name
All in the work of mother's
Hands
The friends' hands
The children's hands
Me
Surrounded by all
that creation praises
I gather up the strong name of the Trinity
