The taste of your skin
is the richest flavor of sin
Let me drink in your dreams
Collapse at the seams
Let me dive into your spirit
Steadfast as your intimate
Abiding in your soul
your voice, whisper soft, and low
Let me read your skin like braille
breathing in you, then exhale
Give me your deepest release
Let me paint you, my masterpiece
in skies of orange and purple hue
Give to me the art of you
Kick the needles ‘neath your feet
raise your arms, the moon to greet
Call the wolves. Call the owls.
Under dark, the hailing howls
Lay the stones from east to north
Deosil way to lay the fourth
“Honor AIR that breathes my life.
Passion’s FIRE burning bright.
Emotional WATERs flowing free
Grounding EARTH, cradle me.
SPIRIT high, SPIRIT low
Heed me now, hear me and know
I raise my heart to greet the night
In the sun I claim the light.
I call to you to hear my plea
Grant me peace and prosperity
Material goods for material needs
Spiritual power, banish greed
Service holy giv’n in your name
The WHEEL turns, offerings of change
Beloved! Beloved! Hear my cries!
Balance me within your eye
Love and justice, wisdom, peace,
Hear me now, so mote it be!
When I talk to the ceiling or look to the sky
I gaze upon God as both you and I.
When I pray with love, bowing my head,
Instead of my questions, listening to what’s said.
Joy fills my spirit, overflowing my cup
I remember my blessings, remember to look up
When I walk in the world with wonder in my eyes
It’s easy to remember to sing to the sky
But when shadows crawl, as they sometimes do
I can’t see me and I can’t feel you.
But, when I talk to the ceiling or look to the sky
I gaze upon God as both you and I,
And when I stand with breast open to light from above
Then my fears fall away into the light of love
I am an untended garden, riddled with forget-me-nots and weeds
My earth has not been furrowed asunder; tilling life to the topsoil
I have grown fallow, un-supporting of life, but yet, there are some
perennials that cling to a hope of return, of vibrancy dallying
But I can only roll over in my floral nightgown, whimpering in my bed
allowing the blistering son to scorch my once glorious stance
I admit, I’ve become self-watering. I needn’t wait for the gardener
My groans of grief roil the soil, creating bitter roots exposed as lies
Everyone knows that when the earth laughs, people die.
She accepts their bodies back to her world, but I could still breathe
so I am not granted respite from the overabundant fertilizer spewed
over my once lush landscape. But, I will rise, for the weeds can’t hang on
when I forbid grasping of my rooted passion for life. Here she comes
the one that removes the rot with compassionate hands.
Here he comes, the one that scratches that spot in the very middle
She tends to me while singing lightly a childhood song forgotten
He digs deep with his grip, releasing the tainted, blighted plants
She opens the earth to expose me to the warmth of attention
He plants perennial seeds to grow through the coming seasons.
I inhale deeply, knowing that my rebirth will again grow fruitful.
My cycle continues in ample countenance to their loving attention.
I await my own fruition. I will grant only the very best of myself
to create the most beautiful garden I can create. This, is why I weep.
We are gathered here today in peace
We honor the truth of the word love
We strive together to build a better community
To promote and create our neighborhood
That takes care of one another through
Respect, compassion, courage, and vision.
For anybody that would not honor our covenant
We will lead them by our actions to the light of love in your name.
Hear our prayer so that we may be one people, your people.
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