-a poem by Renee Parent
Ring the bell, and call the elements to me.
Earth, embracing the body as I’m a babe in arms.
Wind, caressing my flesh without any offenses.
Water, cleansing my burdens buried deep inside.
Fire, kindling the hidden soul into being present.
After they have come, call the most obscure of all
The Divine, the Holy, the Blessed, the essence of us both
I am! We are! Here. In the right now.
Ring the bell again, and let’s stay a while to drift