The Earth is my sacred prayer mat,
Dance my sacred prayer.
The sky is the vault of my cathedral,
Living trees Her columns.
My experience is my sacred writ,
As old as wind,
As fresh as my last breath.
I believe in God! How could I not?
I have been in Her embrace,
Washed by Her love,
Her compassion.
Her blood flows through my soul.
I Hear Her lullaby echo soft in the hills
As I soar with Her above the abyss.
I wonder at the Magic of life, of love.
I have seen the very large.
I have seen the very small.
The forces of shade and light are one within me.
Truly, we are a marvel to consider.