Spirit of Life, Great Immensity of Love
in which we live and move and have our being:
Now is the time
when the seeds of the bigleaf maples
fall from the trees.
They could just fall straight down,
but maples have evolved a design
that causes their seeds to twirl.
Each time a breeze moves,
dozens of maple seeds
are blown from the mother tree.
They take to the air,
twirling and twirling
until they rest safely on the earth.
There are times when we need
to let go of the familiar
and take to the air–
times when we are tossed on the wind,
afraid we will break when we fall.
Instead may we twirl.
May our journey be a dance.
May love bring us safely down to earth.