Looking for a way to pray.
To ask friends and strangers alike to do so.
The pictures are all heads down, hands clasped.
Nothing in me feels that way.
I want to look up, search the face of all that is.
I want to be an empty cup, to be filled.
I want to be an ewer, filled and overflowing.
I want, only, to know. To understand.
Help me please.
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With the wild greeting of my red-tail son.
I lift my eyes.
In the waterfall pool of the reflected gaze of doe sister I melt.
Curled in the southslope sun afternoon I dream with brother wolf.
It is in the blazing glory of the fullness of season I shed my leaves and stand naked to the Lord.
We are naked babes, all, to the sun and moon.
When in need, give.
It is a simple supplication.
All prayer is for other,which is pure.
That is a transcendent family photo.
A family whose limbs are so intertwined, the arms and legs seem to merge.
Little elf, they adore you.
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