tears running down my cheeks.
I watch as they collect like rainwater
On the weary ground beneath me.
A soil warmed by centuries of wounded
souls witnessed by the sun and the moon
that never waivered as they sheltered
nature’s creation and the beings that
were borne upon it.
Oh to be held by such compassion
by every god in the heavens
Embodying the miracles whispered
as every tear strolling down my cheek
held a prayer by our ancestors to be heard
and answered by all of creation.