Every year I love the same things
My lover from long ago 'till now
My own self, my body small
My God who keeps me whole
The place I live (and die) and thrive
All of it, tree and deer, hawk and boulder
Every year I love the moon
Giving light in rhythm
Every year the holy sun
In my early window peacefully rising 'till I awake
Every year my morning tea, my time with phone or book
Or paper to hold blessings, longings, fears
Those too the same each year
The blessing of long life, long marriage, steadfast God
The blessing of people who love me back
The blessing of my mind not yet confused or shallow
The longing for safety and the thoughts that wound to quickly pass
I tell them, "You I have survived."
The fear of future loss I have not felt
The blessings seem firmer
Nearer now I write them down
The movement of a prayer
A telling
Nina Naomi
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