TOUCHING THE LIGHT
I touch the light
I walk softly;
Mother Earth kisses
The soles of my feet.
She is a gentle mother;
Her soul is sad.
I touch the light
The mist is in the morning;
Mother Earth is mourning,
She is mourning the death
Of her children;
Her eyes are misty.
I touch the light
The wind whispers my name;
The waters call to me.
I bathe in the spirit of the mother;
Her presence cleanses me,
Her heart is good.
I touch the light
Thunder rolls across the hills;
Smoke rises from the valley.
The spirit of silence falls from the sky;
In the night I walk the hills alone;
The mother watches.
I touch the light
The night birds sing of love,
Stars fall from above.
Mother Earth smiles
She knows I have found the way.
She is happy.
I touch the light
A shooting star
It comes from afar.
I feel the silence
As it passes by.
Mother Earth cries.
I touch the light
The owl calls my name.
I am not ashamed
The moon hides its face.
Mother Earth and I are one.
We are the light.
Copyright May23, 2002 JGO/Spanky Mongo