Friend by Friend


Who is my mother,
Who my father,
When I am being created
friend by friend?

I don’t remember who I was without you.
We have been tending sacred fires
for a long time
We are wanderers, drawn by the light
of those fires.

Surrounded by darkness,
Emerging out of darkness,
We enter into the sacred ceremony
of each other’s life.

We sing, we dance,
Humbled by the power
Of each other’s presence
we pray.
We become prayers for each other.
We sing praises to each other.
And breath by breath, thought by thought,
touch by touch,
Music rises between us.

What I was, I am no longer.
Shaking with hope, yielding to your hands
I stand trembling before you.

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