For
the birds that nest in the trees and in the reeds,
the flowering plants and fish that sustain them,
the great, diverse system of living beings;
the depth of roots in the seeded earth,
providing shade and shelter, food and fuel;
light, shadow and darkness,
an unending cycle of renewal from everything,
from waking to rest;
land, with all its contours and environments,
that supports each footfall, each seed, every root and liquid source;
water, from which all life emerges and returns as a blessing;
people, of every uniqueness, who discover in themselves roles to fill,
who grow & nurture, think & create, who care & give & build,
contributing to the rich song, music and dance of existence;
deeply thought ideas,
drafted over such seas of experience as joy, love, pain or hardship,
intended to pave a better way, or at least make the attempt;
circles we move in,
of family, friends and colleagues,
shaping and sharing community through arts and cultures,
people who challenge and improve by being healthy exemplars;
those no longer with us, who lived, loved, served, nurtured
even especially people we don’t know,
the empty chairs that trigger unforced tears & a heartache of memories;
all who stand for something, stand up for someone,
all for one, few, or many — and one for all;
being for is a sort of goodness;
it might be the only goodness there is
in this world where some people profit
by inviting anger, strife and antagonism to the table,
where the constant tug is either passively or aggressively against;
I pray for all in need, for all who love, for all who sorrow,
and for all who stake their lives on being
for something, anything, someone, goodness;
for all that is for
—for all that and more,
I give thanks.
© Elisabeth T. Eliassen & songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com
