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All Earth is sacred space,
every place we walk
and move and stand.
The outward and inner are united
in one total, living whole.
All spirit is holy,
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 one of us,
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 two young friends:
“It’s not a sin to be glad you’re alive.”
You are each a holy land;
You are each a sacred fire.
Cherish your road; care for your rose.
Very simply: Let your light shine!
It is in our holy uniqueness
that the key to our being lies:
all happiness is there, all bliss,
all we need to know of the love and wisdom 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;
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,
and you’ll be men grown old before your times.
But the Earth gives us so many reasons to rejoice.
Her lessons are clear, and not as conflicted as ours:
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 two young friends, be blest.
Blessed be. Amen.
jbs
12/11/98 - 1/26/99 - 2/19/99 - 5/20/01 5/25/03
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