One

Thank you, loving ones.

I can understand my fear

through your guidance.

And I have courage to question my anger

by the roots of your compassion.

Thank you, solid one.

I can learn of change and grow through your language –

hearing your words and watching your body.

And I can feel the ease of calm

by the push of your skin.

Thank you, spirit of self.

Living by your bright wings and in your wind,

I can fill spaces – retreat in wild time.

Led by new life,

I can feel the young, young self of spirit.

Thank you, soul of self.

Living in your soil, I can move to return 

and create to deepen.

Followed by ancestors,

I can feel the old, old, self of soul.

Thank you, magic one.

I can hold your hand

by breathing into my lungs.

I can ask you questions by praying with

the open air,

a dark space -

your Light.