When I step into you in the morning, you tell to lift my gaze, to stride with pride, and to put my arms out in front of me. Every day anew, you remind me to be ready, with all I am and all I have.
Then, you tickle my bare toes with your summer meadows, your bird feathers, your gargling rivers. You inundate my ears with nature melodies and human language, with the great silence of the firmament. You drench my eyes with your horizon blues, your grass greens, your winter whites, and your seasonal color medley. You unfold on my tongue with your honey, your milk, and your lemon. You fill my nose with your ocean breeze, your earthy rain, your dry, torrid heat. You hold my hands in yours; you turn them palm up so your good fruits can fall into them.
Every day, in every way, you give yourself to me, with all that you are and all that you have. Just because you can.
Upon bedding my head on the silver silk of your moonlight, I send you my prayer of gratitude and of joy – gratitude for you and my life in you, and joy for us in harmony.
Dear World, Mother Earth, Life’s Bosom, thank you for you.