To My Heart's Content

Can I Lord be content with these?
Your gifts to us within the air;
the birds, butterflies and bees,
the angels that we know are there.

Can I Lord be content with these?
Your burnished brushstrokes in the skies;
rainbows: storm's silent apogees,
a sunset that electrifies.

Can I Lord be content with these?
A night's lucent mosaic
high above whispering trees,
cicada songs hypnotic.

Can I Lord be content with these?
Nature shivers with your touch
entranced with your rhapsodies,
I feel I can do as much.