Sacred River of Life

I come to you

as a child to her mother -

holding on to

a far away memory

of a safe womb -

the place of sacred rest;

standing beside you,

I can now look up

at the raging sun

with moist love;

I bend down

to hold and lift you

in my cupped palms

just as you held me

with your divine grace;

and then let you go 

with moist love 

and a silent prayer -

back to the source

of all that is;

rose petals and clay lamps,

my humble offerings,

afloat in your bosom,

with gratitude and love.