Thank You

For the ones who have transitioned and the ones who are present now

in this very moment

you know who you are

and for those who have yet to come-I thank you.

For the sun and the stars, trite as it may sound: thank you.

For the six angels on the shore under Friday’s New Moon

who buried their anger and fear in solemn ritual

Thank you.

For the burst of energy from one of those angels

Who howled and screamed and tossed fluffs of sea foam at the five

So that they may let out their own sacred mess

from deep inside dusty vocal chords

I thank you

For the inner voice that speaks wisdom. Clear. Loud. No longer still and small. Thank you, thank you.

You said out of the blue one day: Stop being shy. It doesn’t serve you anymore.

Another day the heart was being tenderized with endless rumination. You interrupted: What would it take to give that thought up? Stop tormenting yourself. Tell me: what would it take to give that up?

You are a soft-mouthed tiger who picks up her baby

with gentle teeth

and takes her to safety.

Thank

you.

For the darkness: even though it is humbling and so very lonely at times

Yes, even for that I thank you.

For the Light, pinprick though it may be when the inner darkness falls-I thank you.

For the ghostly glow of the owl’s wings

quiet

above

as steam rises from hot tub and blends with midnight mist

I bow to you and

I thank you