“I believe in my breath and heartbeat,
in the woven, grasping roots of trees.
I may not see or hear how things move underneath,
still, I believe.
I believe in my slow return to the Earth
in the simple quintessence of darkness.
The necessity of light and heat,
in my oneness with water, I believe.
Every swallow a prayer,
every waking an answer,
each moment we reach toward safety: an invocation
The simplest acts of faith.
Because I believe in the power of words,
of intention expressed, of gratitude and creation,
the unfurling of purposeful language
might be a prayer or incantation
Every time I seek out more
than what is already there,
A prayer, a prayer!”
From Incantations for Rest by Atena O. Danner
King Edward Street Chapel 