Amazon Grace

Sometimes she comes as an invitation
whispered upon the breeze
Sometimes she comes as the eye of the storm
that brings you to your knees

Sometimes she comes as a kingfisher’s
shy and electric flight
Sometimes she comes as the rippling dance
between the surface of the river
and the surplus of the light

Sometimes she comes as the medicine
of a rich and bitter brew
that turns inside out and upside down
and shows you what is true

Sometimes she comes as an ancient song
sung on the cusp of dawn
bringing tears of wonder
to those who suffer
and tears of joy
to those who mourn

Oh! Praise Pachamama!
from whom we were all born
and to whom
(everyone of us)
we all shall return