To cast spells of divine love
To conjure magic across realms
Where ancestors await your whispers.
You were made manifest
To create imaginary worlds
Where all life is recognized as holy
Where every birth humbles the sun, the moon and the stars
And every death shares a story with God before resting.
You were made manifest
To run wild across the universe
And leave your footprints
Still dancing amidst the ethers singing your praises
Long after you’ve gone.