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All Earth is sacred space,
every place we walk
and move and are.
The outward and inner are united
in one total, living whole.
All spirit is holy spirit,
every time we breathe
and sing and laugh and love.
The same fire that burns at heaven’s core
burns at this moment in our souls.
Each of us, small as we are,
young as we are, old as we are,
with so much of our roads still to walk,
are part and parcel of the Earth,
of the Sun, and of the Moon.
Remember this, my four young friends:
“It ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive.”
You are each a holy land;
You are each a sacred ember, a sacred fire.
Let your light shine!
It is in our holy uniqueness
that the key to our existence lies:
all happiness is there, all bliss,
gazing all-knowingly in the presence of God.
We are most alive
when we are most ourselves,
neither riding roughshod over others,
nor constantly craving their approval,
but joined together with them
in the sacred dance of uniqueness,
the sacred dance of life.
Our being who we are
empowers others to be as well.
It is the gift of our creator,
now ours to bestow:
shared, it reverberates and resonates,
lights the dark and warms the cold
both within and without;
hoarded, the gift of life withers and dies,
evaporates and grows dry
a parched soul on a parched earth,
a man grown old before his time.
But the Earth gives us so many reasons to rejoice.
Her lessons are clear:
be patient, have faith, wait for your season;
but stretch those roots down through
this holy ground;
stretch those wings up toward
the heaven you build,
each day of a life well-lived.
Be blest, my four young friends.
Blessed be. Amen.
jbs
12/11/98 - 1/26/99 - 2/19/99 - 5/20/01
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