I watch
I watch, I wait
And am still,
Abiding the cycle that moves
As it will.
The beauties
The struggles
That most do not see,
The hidden and secret
Are open to me.
The new and the full and the dark
Of the moon,
The shapes in the shadows
The brightness of noon,
All have their place
In the turning of time.
Both coming and going
Have reason
And rhyme.
The herbs of the field and the
Symbols of land
Bring healing and bless
As they come through my hand.
I welcome the fruits,
I welcome new birth,
As old wounds are healded
In the joy
Of the earth.
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