Bless, Heal, Nurture

We are the present explorers,
     tracking our way home with
     our earth instincts, whittled
as walking sticks

Limping and bloodied,
     we display like badges
    our scars of skirmish.
Newborns to ourselves.

Bless you, brokenness.

     ii. Heal-Nurture

Wizened wise ones arise
from primal forest, singing
the lore of porcupines and bears;
conjuring soothing salves
with burdock and hyssop, to splice
mercy into our savaged spirits

We open our closed fists to grace

          iii. Crossing

Sturdy scars seal our scratches and gashes,
steady our steps
     over heartbreaking hills, through
     valleys of sighs; into the sun.
Eyes come alive;
light knits new skin,
tucks our sorrows in.

     iv. Prayer

Sage eternal way-shower, may you
illuminate the mighty love
that shelters our suffering.

Knead cedar mulch into our flesh;
weave willow wands of wisdom;
Sow fields sweet-scented with wonder.

Grow generative gardens for all beings.