What am I, Lord?
Do I hold aloft the lantern, that my fellows may see a beacon, that it may light the dark corners?
Or am I the torch, on fire with your love?
Am I the suitor, seeking you, seeking you all along the plains and hillsides?
Or am I the pursued, with you my sweet friend, galloping to rescue me from dangers of which I am yet unaware?
You make me all these things, Lord. Let me live into this day with joy.