“I am the fullness in the waft of the breeze
I am the fullness of the scent of the wildflowers
Held gently in your trembling hands
I am the fullness of the warmth in the sunshine
I am the fullness of the perfection in a sunset
Of every good and perfect thing
I am what makes the fullness perfect
The essence of a puffy cloud
Of a blue-green lake
Of a craggy cliff
Towering above you.
I am the perfect fullness of raindrops
Of dew on the grass and leaves
Of hope rising with the sun
And the joy in the birds’ songs
I hold all things
I am in all things
I am the fullness
And I display my fullness
For everyone to see.”