Iemanja

by Chip Livingston

 

Today we wear white, carve gourds

to carry our candles on the river

to the sea.  The goddess

hears the drums, the waves

are blessed, and every one of us

is new.  Take this silver chain,

this Colorado sage. Bless this

land and all land touched by rain.

Bless women who travel in boats,

men who fish with their hearts, bless

our children.  Take this sweet sandía

and divide our coins among the thirsty.

May all hungry men eat.  May all

men sleep and wake in peace.

May all land be touched with rain.

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