Axis of Offering

As the Sun rises in the East  
so too does gratitude:  
"Here I am, behold me,  
I am the sun.  
I am you."  
 
We are all cousins,  
brothers and sisters  
to everything in existence:  
Sister Hawk, Brother Mountain  
Sister Bear, Brother Cloud.  
 
Spiritual dust rolls on  
through our blood  
no matter the name: God  
Great Spirit, Allah, Jehovah—  
what partially drifts through us  
exists wholly as Itself.  
 
As above, so below;  
as within, so without.  
 
There is no separation  
of religion and life—  
all acts are sacred rites  
performed from the heart.  
 
Time is not linear  
it's cyclic: A circle  
a spiral, and we are  
the axis of the cycle  
with an enduring place  
in its heart.  
 
Love is our religion,  
nature our church—  
and therein do we worship  
with fire and feather
offering gratitude.