Meditation
The colors change,
So slowly at first.
The mood is changing,
With subtle shifts of softness.
My Mother’s garden shows to me
The procession of all life.
The life in me responds,
For I, too, am of this garden,
and subject to its call.
No fool am I
That fights this journey,
Missing the inner wealth to come.
The Blessing
As the wheel of the seasons
Turns me ever forward
Toward my last season,
My heart tells me that there is more.
My eyes observe the seed as it grows
Into the tree.
And from this tree
More seeds will come
To once again be trees.
The essence of my spirit
Lives within each seed,
And my tree will grow anew.
Blessed is my spirit,
For it will never die.
-Danaan Parry
May God bless and protect you and…
May you always be
Healthy, Happy
Safe and Comfortable
Seth Kelly Curtis
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