• Tricia D. Wagner

Nights on Spice Island #1.5

Updated: Sep 11

If I am warm or safe or sated,

Let it be by the sustenance all hands can touch.

No ambrosia, but Earth's chemistry

of sunlight and water.

And let my thanks be manifest

to the giver.

My seed nurturing, the returning to the Earth the remnants of gifts.

This is no transactional exchange,

buy myself at rest in the arms of the Earth, while he administers blessings.

And then the work taken up by my hands as he sleeps,

dreaming of his lands and seas flourishing.

© 2015 by Tricia D. Wagner. Proudly created with Wix.com

This site was designed with the
website builder. Create your website today.
Start Now