from my mouth to God’s ear, I swear it

2. 

I do not want to be frisky, and theatrical. 

I do not want to go forward in the parade of names. 

I do not want to be diligent or necessary or in any way heavy. 

From my mouth to God’s ear, I swear it; I want only to be a song. 

To wander around in the fields like a little reed bird. 

To be a song. 

 

[Mary Oliver {1935-2019} from 'The Return', in What Do We Know]