And planets.
    Stars.

Of dream and vision.

Twister of grain,
bringer of rain
and sunlight,
hear me now this morning as I rise: 
be in my heart and in my blood
and in my mind.

Reveal yourself again
in the crush of traffic.
In rubber and steel and vinyl,
in shocks and exhaust.

Appear in a mountain lake,
silent granite walls around you,
slopes of talus, chunks of silver
in the gathering clouds.

You have bent my path around
so many times.

You have turned me
into a different thing
completely.

And yet
I have never changed.

Great guiding soul of the universe,
    flow through me
    as I go my way this morning  

        unquestioning,
        in silence,
        unafraid.

 

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