Now I lay me down to sleep

There is nothing that is not you:

The blue of the sky is you, the sun,

The laughter of the rain,

The clatter of children,

My faults and fumblings, my exultation

As I fall, forever rising

Like some boneheaded bird. 

All this is you is nothng

If not life and the love of life.

I am the moon

Ablaze with song

And borrowed light.

Only in deep night

Is there such joy.