This place feels strange, but
still, when I touch the
earth I feel home: this
red soil God bleeding
Adam, this crisp air God
spiriting Eve. The primal
pair is everywhere with
their progeny in tow.
Here I crouch on
the backs of
elders.
Not far from where I trace
You in the dirt, ancestors
watch me, seeing
whether I will
pay respect or not.
I try by God I try to walk in a good way.
I breath, and You come to me:
clothed with hills that pleat round
your sacred sites; Your cheeks now
flush with generosity; Your
locks frame your strength.
I look up to the rocks and
see You seeing me now
through these eyes, now
through those.
And I breath again and then
remember this: we all share
Your breathing us and
that is Joy.
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