The Sacred Currents

Breath of life
flows from your lips,
sustaining all in your path.

 

Moving freely
on invisible wings,
you lift my spirit to soaring heights.

 

Born of radiance,
your starlight is reflected
in my eyes.

 

Your glow 
lights up my path
in the dark of the night. 

 

Gentle as
soft raindrops
on a warm summer's eve,

 

mighty as the roar 
of a thundering waterfall,
you flow through me. 

 

Steadfast and strong,
yet soft to the touch
like morning's fresh grass, 

 

I am grounded in you,
my roots go down deep.
I know I am home where you are.