9.17.24

Give us this day our daily bread.

Allow me, oh mother of all

to walk in a direction

true to your design,

allow my heart

its purifying fire,

make strong thine will

in my father 

who art in heaven

so that your work 

may be done.

Where song bird perches

within my brow

let its song and it’s motion

move from the stillness,

from which your eternal offerings emerge.

This is our day

our dia de los muertos.