Morning Meditation

Morning Meditation

The drum calls me to her.

I pour those I pray for, into her,

beating the sound of her heartbeat,

dancing around

each and every person.

The sick, dying and died.

Those with difficulties

some who have requested,

others who walk alone,

the Earth Mother

and Her creatures,

myself.

She holds all in the Light,

and in the hoop of Her joy.

Jyoti Wind