I do not believe
in gods ordained by men.
This belief is not a choice.
It just is…
However, the wind
bends branches
and the sea brings
shells to shore.
Birds borne by updraft
plummet to earth
by natural force.
So, may the Stars see you
and bring you gifts,
well-earned.
::Rewards::
Wrapped in silk, still warm
from the Giver’s loving touch,
or bound in burlap, coarse,
thorn, twig, scar, heartless,
scratching in the weave,
comes payment from
‘neath a snarl.
May grandmother’s gifts
echo with ancient wisdom
in a myriad of painful forms,
or may she bless your brow
with warm kisses and tell you
that she is so proud.
May the wind’s embrace
carry me out to the deep,
dropped from great heights,
I am washed by the sea.
I’m pulled to earth
and await what rewards
are waiting for me.
©️ Tenpenny, 2025.