Feeling the land.
Reaching down
roots deep into the Earth.
Seeking water,
that source of all life,
all memory.
Reaching out
towards the Sun,
trying to touch the sky.
That greatest
of beyonds.
Feeling the air
stir me up,
bend me in ways
I never thought I could go.
Through fire
I am born.
From the nuclear,
sub-atomic energy,
to the roaring inferno
that takes so many
of our kind.
These primal voices
whisper
with a secret
heard only
by the spirits
of wild things.
The heartbeats
of a billion life forms
compose the hymn
of this holy space.
Snow comes,
and the cold
makes the night sky clear.
The dancing ribbons,
filaments of precious colors,
remind us in their sway
that all life,
all Earth,
Water,
Air,
and Fire
are the choreographed
arrangement
of the Universe.
Step outside.
Touch the Earth.
Feel the life
above,
and below,
and within.
DJR – 2022
