Tuesday, February 22, 2022

Chins rested on chests, breaths heavy, hands clasped,
we stand together to honor our grasp
of body relieved and of life renewed,
spirit ascended. And yet dour moods
sink only to rise: hearts opened by tears,
lifted by sighs. While ours, the hours, years
upon years, we spend them like seeds, sowing
hope, growing grace, and leaving fears blowing.
With our pools refilling and pyres burning,
Earth begets us and ever returning.

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a ritual to start the work week