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.