Blessing

You meet a child who has a name
then wanders from your view
searching the faces for strength or a sign
of a hunger for all that is true

What’s to become of us who have fallen
from our innocence to our regret?
Will we come to find ourselves
in springs of hope forever wet?

Or will our mother Earth forget us
and sow her gardens new,
turning in the dark and wide,
shining lonesome blue?

All that love has given
our eyes can see before us
as nature rises in our voices
and songs of life enfold us

This is how we know our courage:
the mornings and the sky
reach deep into our trust
and refract into our eyes