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| Communion by � kanee My bare feet dangling in the water With my back resting against a tree I lazily gaze into the cloudless sky Watching the eagle soaring so free. I pick up the rocks and study them For fossils I�m hoping to find. Hearing the waves break on the shore Calms my heart, my soul and my mind. I skip a rock on the waters surface Disturbing a crane feeding nearby. Nature seems to be hugging me I�m beginning to think I can fly. The meadowlark sings a song for me Carried to my soul on the wind. My spirit becomes one with nature And to heaven my prayers I send I�m in my element in this place Amidst the woods, rocks, and lake. It�s where I go for healing or prayer, For the communion I need to make. Sept. 6, 2000 |
