
Wednesday
Grandfather of the west, I thank you for watching over us.
For the medicine you share
For welcoming those who we love and pray for with open arms
The signs of the new season are all around us.
The spirits of the morning say there last goodbyes to what once was
The love and the warmth of the days gone by shall carry them on their journey
For only that which is forgotten truly passes on.
The road of transition is the road we walk today
The harvest is here.
The best of the fruits have begun being chosen
Walk this day as one with yourself and the spirit of the season
Harvest the memories the love of the season past
Keep them in your heart your mind and let them guide your spirit
As the fruit falls from the tree of life, remember its beauty and may it nurture life to come.
dedicated to my friend with love and undestanding




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