If I could be a bird in your hair
Or a fairy at your candle
Or the wind when you're traveling away from me
Or the cuff of your tattered sleeve
If I could follow you to where you go
I'd follow close behind you
I'd seek where you do the dishwashing
And watch you like a nocturnal animal
My eyes would see the place where your clothes
Are torn and worn and faded
The place where the groove has been worn in
To the soft daily task of your habits
When I brush your hair I feel a tingle
That follows me to my toes
It makes me feel alive and real
Like purpose in all my woes
I want to follow you like the fish
That follows its mother to sea
Or the baby that cries for mother to hold
When the throes of madness are encircling me
All little hay and little bonnets
are lain out just for you
And on the table where you rest your hands
The gathering sunlit dew
Some butter and jelly to help you take
The daily bread of your spirit
And may your feet find steady pace
When you are traveling onward
In Jesus' Name,
Amen