I Do

I am a single being, one
Who sings of singing one,
And that one sacred one is I.
I am the voice, the note, the song,
The choice of growing strong
And being only me until I die.
I am the bird within my word,
The cloud of my own breath,
The sun of my own face.
This universe of me,
This country bodily,
This mountain of my breast,
This sky of me, I trace
And grace and bless
With my sweet happiness,
And I do I command
To sing and live and stand
A solo being, grand,
A shining joy of light,
Till night is wholly bright.

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