A Call To Prayer

Peace World Religion

come to me here
your eyes wide
like the bride of morning

i have pitched my tabernacle tent
neither near nor far
on the routes of passage

where dust of travelers
fills my nostrils
and the stranger’s footfall
finds my ears.

come to me here

pour out your soul
in a wave of longing

pour
like a fountain
like a star
pledged to share
your living light

sweetly stammering – speak
do not fear

i am here

i am here

listening

i am here

David Sparenberg is an international essayist, eco-poet, and storyteller, David Sparenberg is author of four books including: BEING HERE & BELONGING, EARTH KEEPER POEMS and CONFRONTING the CRISIS: Essays & Meditations on Eco Spirituality. Through his writing, he teaches a hybrid discipline of Existential-Ecosophy, combining basic tenets of existentialism with eco-spirituality, eco-psychology, and eco-poetry. David lives in Seattle, WA in the Pacific Northwest of the United States.

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