The Moon kisses all things with her silvery light
Looking up, you see the tops of the bare trees, outlined against the blue black sky
Their branches reaching up to caress the sky
Your breath mingles with that of our Mother, your footfalls soft upon her breast
The wind pulls at your hair in greeting
Carrying with it the sounds
Of this winters night
All is movement and flow
The river, gently relentless
Never thwarted in it's journey
Over, under, around, and through
Spirit knows the way
Strength of heart
Standing where so many cannot
Purpose crystal clear
One of those who has come
To help the people remember
And to relearn how to walk
If a journey is weighed
By the world's standards
They cannot make sense of it
But the Moon has come to witness
And in the morning she will tell the Sun
As they kiss in the moment of dawn's first light
Those who walk with Spirit are never alone
Written for my friend Paul Bagge, December 23, 2015, on the day he received his Native American name.
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