Spirit Dance

The rain in your hair
Mingled with rich earth smells,
And the fragrance lingered about us:
Standing beneath these trees
One wonders
At the deepness of roots
Embracing the Earth,
Mother and Beloved.
Among such greenness
I felt your spirit
Rise with the mist
While all about us was falling
And mine rose also.
Together we stood at the valley
Watching the dance.

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Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
— James 1:17