Spirit of Life, Source of our delight:
Now is the time in the high mountains
when cottonwood trees
send out their seeds.
Little bits of white fluff
floating in a steady stream,
rising together:
eventually they will arrive
somewhere.
They are borne along by the air to some new place,
where they will take root
and grow into something beautiful.
How lovely to float like that.
How lovely to float steadily along
in the company of others,
rising,
moving together,
toward a place of transformation and new growth.
Spirit of Life,
when we feel dragged down by our sorrows
when we feel heavy with the weight of our concerns
may we remember the cottonwood seeds.
May we too float
knowing we are together
knowing we will land safely
knowing we will grow into something beautiful.
Blessed be.
For Marcia