Praise be the sun on this longest
day
The summer days stretch &
the sun gives us his glory
I watch a bee on a cosmos
Praise be to that which created
the universe, who chose the gift
of life.
As we turn in the wheel, I pray
to be a devoted as the bee,
as trusting as the nasturtium
who can’t guarantee the sun
will be there when they rise
as open & grounded as the pine
and as joyous as the sun himself
who will never dim his light for anyone.

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May I continue to reconnect
with ancestral knowledge & the land
The climate keeps getting worse
& it’s all our fault, may I 
continue to reconnect to her, Mother earth
I have been severed from you
for far to long.