I breathe in the blessing of air
And so I must give back the blessing of my voice
Even when there is nobody there.
I sing to the moon for its blessing of light.
I sing to the trees for blessing me with their beauty
And their shade.
I sing to the spinning wheel of time
For sharing its rhythm with my song.
And I sing to the dead,
Who have blessed me with that unknowable gift
From which all life is sprung.
And to you, too, I sing
For blessing me with an open door and a warm embrace
In that most cherished and sacred place--
Your soul.
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