A healing offers itself to me.
Thru the opening of the heart, I receive.
Grandmother, Grandfather, The Great Mother, The Divine without form, gender or identity.
To you I bowl in gratitude. To you I sing and hear your song sang back to me.
To you I pray, I ask. You teach me how to let it in.
In your presence I am full, I feel divine.
In my disconnection I feel empty, I give into despair.
Then I am reminded, You are always there.
I breathe, deeply, and I feel your unconditional presence within me,
around me, all over again.