From Cupped Hands

I cup water in the palms of my hands

  ripples of you and I cascade over

     and through my fingers...

I breathe in the sunset air to

  the clap, clap, clap of

    birch limbs...

in my pocket, thanksgiving walnuts

 a humble offering to the squirrels

   scurrying to and fro

      preparing for winter

I sit cross legged on a mossy bank

  of understanding, a gentle wind

    offers healing energies

Wild geese gather watching/listening

  waiting for nature's orchestra to chime

   in to the clap, CLap, CLaP  of an ancient

     song, creating harmony in the water

I catch a glimpse of you...soaring overhead

   the hawk, surveys the landscape below...

       I am here

         I am here

          I AM HERE

just as a deer pants for waters of life

  I too thirst for a drink of blessed water

    come sit with me, I will fill your cup

      with the songs of my heart

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