Tucson, AZ, USA
20 Oct 2004
In forest glade by streams at home
Spirits of air and water roam.
By wind through trees, by waterfalls,
Goddess of Life – to me she calls.
I shall go and see her there.
Sounds of cascades on the air.
Sometimes gentle, soft and mild;
Often is she fast and wild.
Here we speak in words unheard
Through water, wind and rising bird.
Grey-blue she soars and tells my soul
Today I, too, can be made whole.
Fire of sun and earth beneath,
Air and water – these four bequeath
The strength of all the Spirits fair.
I, too, can own it, if I dare.