A Prayer to the Cumberland
As I walk to the river’s edge there is a welling dark
The kudzu reaches as though to enfold, inviting me in
The sunset dances on the waters and I pray
I pray that I may sink into my own darkness as gracefully
I pray that I may lie quiescent, listening deeply
I pray that I may, in this shadowed fallow time, receive actively and gratefully
Those embodied ways of knowing
All that you would teach
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