As a prayer of gratitude for this abundance
you are the whispers missed
the refuge of your being
bringing gifts from beyond
the solace we all long for
in the alignment of the new
we are in need of the treasure of the old souls
stitching our love in every pattern of this life
weaving the wings of our belonging home
into every breath
to be a prayer
of gratitude
for your presence
kissing the offerings of your giving
°Woodlights Woudlicht
