We who love air offer care by growing
trees, refuse to smoke, burn coal, or drive cars;
deep breathe in prayer and meditate, knowing
spirit’s definition. We love water’s
becoming us, caressing cells, cleansing all;
guard its surface from arson, each poison
an enemy; dance as earth’s mating call
to clouds. We who love food honor seasons
for growing grain and fruit, praise honey bees’
journeys, sing of each herb’s power to heal.
We who love humans pause to listen, ease
pain through gentle touch, make sure we conceal
nothing; learn we survive and understand
through closely watching others’ eyes and hands.
Roger Armbrust
January 24, 2015
