Prayer for the day

Incantation, I

O mama let this be The prayer of holy things, O prayer of imagination
In the long spring day when the grasses were wild and we hatched open
In the high scent of violet and Lent on the breeze
O sweet smells and soft air in the afternoon on the swing
In the Scotch tears or blood that scraped and left nothing but quiet sheets
O mama blessed let it be
In damage, in river beating tides that crest and leave
tumps unexposed to burgeon, break, and blend again in to sand
O mama of seeds, let it be

In the summer heat. Blessed flowers, Marsh Mallows and lace of Queen
let it be. The way the roof looks in the thatched light from the trees.
O mama who listened and listened, o mama of magic and moon cries
and me
In the saltiness, o ocean of salt and grease. In the pale light of the high
summer sky, o pink, o precious, o dried out salt, o nothing left. But smile.
Smiles. See.

O mama blessed be. O mama in the rain clouds, in the blessed gray sky
and what happens in between. O mama the miles and miles of friends
o seventh generation to the end
o karmic connection real as unseeing wind

O circles of ribbons and light and silence and begining back again

O mama, the Words.

Blessed be blessed be blessed be

We gather now in the safe streets a harness of our season wrapped up to bequeath
and direct

We love you back this is our flower, our peace.

o blessed mama, blessed be