Finding strength to pray

Do I carry the knowledge

the power

the confidence

the dedication

to show up

to step up

to speak out

to sing loud

in the name of all creation?

Do I have the strength

to remember my true nature

to access the ancestral wisdom;

that deep belly knowing

of how to help heal?

Its just like breathing really,

I remind myself

~ involuntary ~

it already lives within me.

May it reveal itself to me,

flow through me

embodied

like a river

slithering out to sea.

I pray

there comes a day

where I can rest in the knowing

that my grandchildren can play

in clean waters

and in vibrant forests

where deep breaths billow

and baskets wove of willow

carry our dreams

as fertilizer for seeds.