in the sacred story of my life,

i try to love more than fear –

so i can see snakes and ropes –

but what of sticks and bugs!

even the solid oak has acolytes who mimic her….

as do we of You.

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i am moved today by how things move,

and how my perceptions shift with every breath –

oh Great Spirt, what wonders You are,

and what wonders you gift me with daily.