I believe in plumbing the depths of darkness
To know the underside of self
Before we can awake to the sunrise
Or see the light of noon or the spangle of the stars.
I believe in the blood-red richness of heart-pumped
Labor of farmers nurturing the deep, dark soil
And in the brilliant green of prairie grass
And ancient hoof prints of bison.
I believe in the four directions,
The words of Black Elk,
And the “good red road” of humanity.
I believe we are all related
Not just by strands of DNA,
But by our deepest natures
And most profound wisdom.
I believe in savoring the gold of sunshine,
The turquoise of rain and the silver of laughter.
I believe in flower fairies that dance
Across my brown-eyed daughter’s delighted face,
And in the regal beauty of my blue-eyed daughter’s
Proud stand against the winds of life.
I believe in the love of family and friends,
Wonder at the tenderness I feel for them
and theirs for me.
I believe in loving well
And mourning deeply when we lose a precious comrade.
I believe in climbing the narrowest branch
To help us reach a dream,
Or walking the loneliest mile
To help a friend or save ourselves.
I place my faith in the concrete wisdom
Of the natural world, in a single blade of grass,
And the whimsy of poetry and magic.
I believe in crossing fingers for luck
And in mid-life crushes and romance at any age.
I believe in Einstein’s genius
And that of street corner beggars.
I believe that to believe
Is the beginning and end of all,
That our spirits are the alpha and the omega.