May I drink in the quiet peace of place.
Sending us to powerful ground of love.
Wrapped in the sticky warmth of the day.
Watching birds fly and circle on unknown spaces of wind.
Where Spirit blows, pay attention to the silence;
Remember the song, which woke the day into being.
Breathing the words of peace and healing to the inner tangled soul.
Step into the breath of welcome and new.
Listening for the sacred shores that ripple and wave
As winds blow and move molding within a pathway to follow.
A road to take, the possibility born in a new day.
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