Oceans will hold our prayers, as we walk along the shore
breathing in the peace of rolling waves, washing us.
And forests will hold us, safely
in our weakest moments,
until we have reached the top
of the mountain,
fully aware
and confident,
having walked
with the sacred,
that yes, we can trust,
the Divine
with our future,
as we lift
our hearts to the sky.
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