Land whisperer
Lover of all people
All holy places
All places are holy

Bringer of water
Sower of seeds
Cleansing touch
Gentle breath

Sings of the heart’s longing
Let’s tears fall where they may
Holy water
Holy, hidden, sacred ones
know her name

Whispered on the wing
Felt in stones
Slow travelers
Beings born of place
Till dust is carried on the wind

Written in Boulder, Colorado

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