Ours is the delight of drifting down slides.
Ours is pendulous pattern of a swing.
Ours is the precarious perch at the summit.
We embody the circle of life.
We join in the circle of friends,
We unite in the circle of humanity.
The sun rises every morning blessing the Earth.
The winds blow caressing trees and all the bees.
The rippling waves lap upon the riverbanks.
Our veins pulse to the rhythm of the divine spirit.
Our breath inhales the elements of cosmic matter.
Our thoughts resonate with universal truths.
Associate Suzanne Wright
October 3, 2022