MORNING DEW: A Gift of Remembrance, by Belvie Rooks

Gift of Spirit that I am.

I am called this morning
to this ancient place
of solitude and silence

Called by ancient ancestral voices
from a deeply
troubling sleep

Called once again
to this place of whispered
where the sacred voices
of long-forgotten
rustle silently through
these ancient and
endangered groves

Summoned by these
ancient grandmothers
to this most holy place
to bear witness
to the first faint rays
of another dawn

Please grant us
in Your grace
the gift of wisdom
that we may remember
even at this late hour
to love
to honor
to protect
and defend
the most precious
of Your many gifts,
our children.

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