Three cords from my body
The first is love
The second, truth
The third is light
Like a child, I sit cross-legged as I braid
Working the fibers between my fingers
They polish my hands and smooth my skin
I am weaving a path for that which moves me forward
Too often disguised as steps
You are not yet a master & you work with the sun
Planning in time & nurturing this earth
We watch you, all who live here
We see your back bend & your brow glisten & we are thankful
Thankful that you water & wait & prune & grow
This landscape as none other would
You, gardener, are love & light
They are the keepers of the lake, the watchful pair
You can find him on the water, eyes closed, heart open
You can find her on the land, arms as welcoming as the shoreline
Waiting for small boats like mine
A chorus is on the shoreline chanting
Your returning song
Your coming home hymn
Can you not hear it?
Your voice is the loudest
Stand here, don’t move, let the waters do their work
Breathe in, that’s it. Healing sometimes feels like drowning
Breathe out, your body descends, let your tears join the sea
Float now, open your eyes & notice who you’ve come to be
Run over the rocks of this river
Until beds are made in the stone.
Wash us into those grooves
Two souls cradled
Resting in the softness of the water.
The earth is in her bones &
She sings with the stars.
You can find her with her palms to the earth,
Keeping time with its pulse.