Spirit of Life, Source of all love,
you who body forth as our starry universe
and this shimmering, blue-green planet:
It is late spring and the delicious heat
begins to steal in—
each day is warmer than the last
and the sunlight is a balm
to our rain-soaked hearts.
The air is redolent of the scents of
pine and oak and incense cedar
and we cannot breathe deeply enough
to capture the exquisite fragrance.
There will come a time when all we want
is to get into the shade
or the cool clear water of the river
to escape the burning sun,
but for now let us watch
the tall stems of grass
swaying gently in the breeze
and the daisies and the scarlet flax
dipping their lovely heads,
and pray fiercely for the day—
and commit ourselves to bringing it—
when all beings get to enjoy
such beauty and such peace.
Blessed be.