I pray every day

maybe not the same way

you see I hear her in the trees

I hear her in my dreams

the wind whispers

and the sea screams.

For in everything is divinity

and the divinity is in me

the sand under your feet

the stones under your seat

all part of creator

all a part of me

so when I pray I sing

joyous songs of movement

endless wails of pain

pours out like snot on a fall day

I can not control the rage-full tears

when they come I embrace the fears

give in for a minute let it flow

then sing to creator and let it go.

So when I send thoughts and prayers

know a little spell has been sent there. -Amberdawn (CRG)