by Caren Catterall
All that ever was exists now
in the living body of the being
we call universe, Goddess (Spirit),
She breathes in ~~
We are born.
She breathes out
we die.
But birth and death are the same wheel
which is always turning.
Like the tide,
or the changes of the moon.
We become ancestors, the unborn, the newborn
the guardians of those to come.
Cherish the turning,
the letting go and the bringing forth,
decay and growth,
life and death,
All Points on the wheel are sacred,
Embrace the change.