This Place

-------This Place-------

Be present

to this place,

Young Blood.

For those of our past

have not gone.

The light they shared

into this world

is held among the trees,

in these streams

and stones,

And

re-membered

through the attention

we give

to here.

The Earth

has swallowed a seed

and from its belly

the light

is rising,

Moving through us,

like sugar from the roots,

into leaves

and in

to forest.

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Re-membered by the Tides

-------Re-membered by the Tides-------

The Sea 

does not forget 

those souls

she takes 

into her waves.

For the shoreline

is shaped through their prayer

and presence

is held 

in blue,

Forever re-membered

by the 

light

and breathing

of the moon.

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Made of Prayer

-------Made of Prayer-------

Seeds 

are stories.

Their keepers

are the word.

And they 

who plant

lets them

be heard.

For each of us

is made 

of 

prayer,

Of the land

and water 

and light 

and air.

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