For MarciaSpirit of Life, Breath of our Breath:
Now is the time when new cottonwood leaves
tremble in the breeze,
ferns and lilies decorate the forests,
and lush peonies and roses
fill the air with sweet fragrance.
How can it be that this riot of green,
these extravagant petals,
will fade and fall,
scattered on the wind?
How can it be that one moment,
a loved one breathes,
and the next they do not?
And how can it be
that the molecules of all the departed
are then gathered into new life?
This is the mystery.
This is the greatest mystery we know.
May our whole beings be filled with awe
at the mystery of life.
Blessed be.