Celebration of the dawn

You are potent
even when the moonlight wanes
and catches on the canopy of the trees.

May you gather your strength
through pine needles, thistles and rock.
Even now, the insects are working
on their incantation.

Allow your voice to join the choir.

Do you cling, skintight and snug
to the soft blankets of sleep?

Allow your voice to speak.

Let the weight of your thoughts
walk upon the earth,
start by walking home.

Allow your footsteps to caress the dirt.

If you pause at the river's edge,
may you weave water
to your lips and sip
from the known recipe of a prayer.

Allow your blessing to be carried upon the air.

Your breath travels with you
and you rise with the dawn.

May you remember the way home.