Thank you
for the harvest and the healing, Health, wealth, hunger, all the goods of
Earth, All that we inherited at birth, Need, joy, love, pain, grief, desire,
feeling. Know that we are grateful for our
being, Singing silent praises in our hearts, Giving in the temples of our arts Invocations to the act of seeing. Vain though it may be to think you're
hearing, In us there is an ancient urge to
speak, Not for any answers that we seek, Glad just to converse -- like love, like
breathing.
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