May your essence be the spring air that arouses the ruffled grouse's feathery
wings into drumming on a mossy forest log.
May your legacy be continued on in the flowing waters of summer that travel
over timeless river rocks and envelope schools of brook trout.
May your presence be in the farmer's harvesting of autumnal, golden grains
from the rich, sacred earth.
May your soul be the fire that envelopes and warms us as crystalline
snowflakes descend in winter.
May your spirit be with us through our pining and always evoke us to
celebrate your memory with joy.
[Brenda Pohlman, 'Prayer of the Elements', from Poetic Strokes & Word Flow: Regional Poetry Anthology, 2015 ed. (vol. 9 no. 1)]
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