I stand upon the earth my eyes raised toward the sky the sea below my feet a fire burns within. Kin of Nature bless me the Mighty Dead bless me the Shining Gods bless me I am humbled by them. They watch me when I walk they catch me when I fall they set me on my feet and walk with me again. They sing to me in sleep they wake me in the morn they join me through the day and rest their heads near mine. They give me will to win they hold me in defeat they guide me through my life and bear the pain with me. There are no greater friends there are no truer loves there is no deeper need then this, my need for them.
This particular poem came about one night as I was drifting off to sleep. I was trying to write a chant, or maybe a prayer. I'm not sure. But in the end, this is what happened.