Beyond my prayers and fears
I'm grateful for a caterpillar's fuzz,
grateful for the smell of rain
on fallen golden alder leaf,
and for this well of tears;
for the gift of breath not taken
but received, my heart's refrain;
for a time of love, a time of grief,
a kiss of wind, the dark solace
of early sunset through bare trees,
the falling southward sound of geese;
grateful for what is
no longer filtered
through what was;
and for a body to awaken
in the miracle of Presence,
making all things new...
Come with me and be wildered.
Are you not the silent radiance
you've been praying to?