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Creed
On a morning, sharp with winter, fresh with cold, I rise and walk on mesa paths, red with longing-mine, red with loving-mine. In slivers of air, here and there, smells of sage come and go. But their memory always lingers. Bluejays dart through juniper without even a hello. But ravens stop and chat. From the tops of topmost branches, they say: one day, you’ll understand our conversation. And it maddens me. By which I mean, it gladdens me beyond belief. Or rather, into it. For I do believe. I believe in the trinity of piñon, sage and juniper. I believe in the holy ghosts that live in yellow plains, drained of green but not of life. I believe in lavas that bind mesas so they do not yield, not easily, not yet. I believe in rocks that I know by name but that don’t know me, not now, not yet. (One day, they will.) I believe in birdsong that persists through winter and heartsong that keeps the land beating through droughts, rains, snows, love, loss, betrayal. I believe in immenseness, space and a spirit I have found again, by another name, in another guise. I believe. Finally, I believe. ~ Shebana Coelho (Creed first appeared on the On Being Blog)
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