A Sabbath Poem (Bozarth)

THE SMALL PLOT OF GROUND
~ by Alla Renee Bozarth

The small plot of ground
on which you were born
cannot be expected

to stay forever
the same.
Earth changes,
and home becomes different
places.

You took flesh
from clay
but the clay
did not come
from just one place.

To feel alive,
important, and safe,
know your own waters
and hills, but know
more

You have stars in your bones
and oceans
in blood.

You have opposing
terrain in each eye
you belong to the land
and sky of your first cry,
you belong to infinity.

(from Earth Prayers, edited by Elizabeth Roberts)
Thank you Bowie for sending this to us!