The creek ripples, the birds sing,
The bells of leaves are shaken by the warm breeze,
Lime and fluttering, they wave hello to me,
The wheat is scattered for, by and with my ancestors.
Barefoot and brave, I march on,
Calling and hugging the Earth,
Mama, manna, I’m home.
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Published by Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers by April Barnhart MDiv
Heartland Native, Northwest transplant. April Barnhart is a graduate of Earlham School of Religion. Former Interfaith Chaplain and Pastor. April has been writing poetry and music for close to 30 years.
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