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Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Prayer

First bird calls to the promise of morning.
You are there.
The wind carries his message
and you rejoice.
All wisdom past,
all love to come,
meet in this moment.
As ancient stone calls to newest bud
we are one song, one breath.
All time sacred,
a living prayer;
we meet at the place of 
knowing and of trust.
All that is seen and 
all that is hidden
here join at the
meeting of worlds.
We sing your name in reverence,
Nemetona.

Ruth Davmor

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