A Blessing for the Child
I am made of clay.
Born from the earth,
Given breath by the wind,
The rivers of my blood flow
Sparked by the fire of my soul.
I am earth-child,
Ignorant in the wisdom of my ancient mother
And wise in my youth.
I know everything and nothing.
I am human,
And I must grow and learn and love,
Becoming my own being and
Leaving behind the good earth.
I am a dream
I leave the earth
Only to find I never left at all
And that all things begin and end in
ME.here)