Do raindrops thirst and long to be
Immersed in their true love, the sea?
Then do I long to be with Thee.
And if, like beads of Adam’s ale
I should roll, down hill and vale
And yet not meet the river’s power,
But sucked by root to quench a flower
And help those sweet, pale petals spread,
This lifetime, nectar be instead –
So contented would I be
To be recycled, verily
And in the next life, look for Thee.