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.
.
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.
