Liturgy

Those great tall Guardians to the West

assure me I’m not alone; deep green vast needled arms

reaching skyward.

Cedar, fir, spruce, hemlock.

Those towering sisters, mothers, daughters, friends, standing ready, ever attentive, yet wild and strong; living life’s source and giving life to us as well.

Human breath exists solely from them,

their exhale, our inhale, 

profound intimacy indeed

and soon I swim among the rooted mycelia.

we breathe together, love together, weep together, shelter those 

in need together, and dance joyfully together,

Signaling and honoring the vast circling of the Universe, and

bathed in the Waters of Mystery,

 we bow.