Spirit of The Wetlands  14.5" x  8"  Acrylic on Spruce               $750                        Scattered Lives 14.5" x 8"  Acrylic on Spruce

Spirit Into Lives

From the time of Creation

In the place of newborns

Connected back on the wings of spirit

Stretched across moments

From where logs rot but grasses grow

Babies hatch where clean waters flow

We are like split up wood in a forest of trees

Drawn to the family we know

But rotting on the floor we call home

It's where Skywoman fell

Onto the watered world

Where God's breath bleeds hot

With love deep into a Mother's keep

Breathing life into hope

Over a Spring of new starts

Of yellows breached crawling flying hopping and swimming

Moving on separate paths to scatter beyond

These places know the language of the wolf

For I have seen the family of the alone that are never lonely

Many seek out this space

That curls the smoke and honours the blue

That sees in the mind's eye and hunts for the peace inside

We are scattered in many places in many hearts

it is the place of our beginnings

Where always the spirit retuns

It is the place of our birth

Our connection to clan

Knows where we began

Family remain deep in the pools that eyes contain

The tears connected by Spirit

Back to the Wetlands

Our beginnings

LauraLee K. Harris