Choose a few things or better, one,

for your table or altar.

Choose one thing.

Fall in love with its singularity, its rarity,

the way it gazes back at you.

Slipping into the forest,

morning mist rising,

the moistness of earth mother’s breath

touching my skin, my spirit.

There is stillness in everything.

Listen for it.

Wait upon it.

When you find it, bow before it.

Beautiful is the sweetness of the lamb,

Gazing up at the master who has lifted her up

from the rocky gap into which she fell.

Cradled in his arms, nestled close to his heart,

she knows herself as love.