Once in a garden of Earth and Stone
a woman lay down to rest her bones.
While sleeping her hand dug deep in the ground.
"You ARE my Mother!" Her Truth was found.
From down in the bottom of soil and clay
up sprang a mighty Tree that awesome Day.
It's branches carried her up so high
with eagles and clouds she shared the Sky.
Sometimes I wonder if dreams are our way...
We should walk Awakened by the things they say.
We Are One! My hand I raise in honor to thee
and pray thee accept my love and protection.
Walk and I shall walk beside thee cry and i shall weep with thee, trip and I shall carry thee, I ask only that you let me honor thee
Your Micah