My Religion

Within my hand, I hold a stone

Eons pass as its life touches my skin

A spirit of continuity, a spirit of strength

Time ceases to exist, peace fills me

I kneel on the ground and pick

up a leaf

It feels not like one, but many

I am captured now

The force of life floods through me

Like a river into a parched land

The earth, my mother, enduring strength

within tumbling time

Raindrops glisten upon the leaves before

Escaping once more into the sky

Life flows and laughs in the sun

A feather floats with a puff of wind

And lands upon my hand, clinging

delicate and fragile to my skin 

I know I must walk softly