Stepping into the blessed woodland, I am breathtaken.
The silent forest is motionless- the sassafras, the wild yam,
the still-green wineberries, the tall, tall poplars-
all in this moment remembering, grateful,
all venerating Our Mother.
All things are silent, astounded
with the intricacy of our deep connectedness.
Kin.
Each leaf, each root, each tree, each life is my kin,
abundantly feeding me as I feed them
with my love,
my undying adoration.
Annelinde Metzner
June 4, 2020
