If I could,
I would sing a song of gratitude to you
for the ways you are in this world.
You, the quiet seeker of good and holy,
finding it in every person in every moment.
I would wrap you up in song and lift you-
my song would become a cathedral of music-
spires soaring toward heavenly skies for you.
But I do not.
You, my love, are the quiet seeker
and would not want such a song.
So know this.
When you hear the birds singing
and when the wind blows through the leaves
and when the rain sounds on the pavement
and when our children laugh-
let this be my song to you.
Let this be a humble hymn of praise to that which is most glorious-
my quiet seeker.