If

If a life of servitude toward the inner purpose of man,
Rising upon dawns' free breath flowing unto heaven;
If in bearing thought wisely as to natures own cursor
I become what my birth intended me to,
I stand to welcome the vessel of time itself in me.
Greeting the blessing and its challenge of being.

If as provided by the forces of humanity surrounding,
Salted tears dissolve as sea gestures to the tides;
If in wearing the abode of gracious patience anew
I teach myself the words I learned to bear,
I push forward the notion of love beheld thereof.
Resigning unto the gifts and pleasure it brings.

If as solemn night shows witness's infinite domain,
Striving to become a wiser setting sun defined;
If in knowing lessening brings it together undivided
I beckon its resolve to know me more perceptively,
I entrust willing shelter of spirit unto my song.
And hereupon call it my one and only life.