Prayer Bowl

When the moon is turned upwards like bowl waiting to be filled
We must fill it. We must fill it by honoring the spirits of creation
With songs of our joy and thanks, with foods created with our own hands,
Water for the thirsty, prayers for the people, prayers for the spirits,
Prayers for the Creator, prayers for ourselves, and the sacred instruments
That join us to the glory of this world, that join us to the glory of this world
And to the world beyond our sleep.

From Spirit Horses. Copyright © 2002 by Al Hunter. Reprinted by permission of Kegedonce Press.

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