I walk on my Mother’s body
warmed by my Father’s fire
My graceful sister offers a covering for my head
My mighty brother stands nearby ready to protect me.
My silly cousins play jokes on me.
My lover, deep in the mountain calls to me
and scatters pretty stones at my feet.
I am coming.
In gratitude.
3 comments:
Such beautiful words and visions this early morning.. thank you..
gini
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you, Gini and Donna.
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