Let us go to the house of Spirit

Sunday morning
i went to the house of our collective Spirit
i eavesdropped on the slow drift of the falling leaves 
one by one
as they landed with a quiet brush on the ground
already a bed of crinkles and crackles
my ear bent to the gentle knock 
of a spotted black and white woodpecker above
i gazed at the Sun
and set an intention --
let every breath, 
all that i am, all that we are,
never cease to honor 
and find the wondrous light 
in each other