At Home in the House of the Lord.
The trees harvest rain from the misty fog off the ocean.
The dragonflies arrive seasonally, to dance on the air currents.
The Earth's heartbeat echoes through the drummers on the land.
Needing no instruction,
Children climb piles of rocks.
Making offerings of grass and pebbles to a spirit alive.
We see, and remember that we too know this game.
Thank you to the children.
Reminders from once we came.
Guides to where we strive to return.
Blessings on Mother Earth, and all her creatures seen and felt.
*Dedicated to PDL for teaching me how to get the Led out.*