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Tell me you are my Sister,
guardian of a lifetime of letters and postcards,
postmarked with laughter and tears,
a trusted confidante,
Tell me you are my Sister,
I will believe you.
Tell me you are my Brother,
lifting me to the greatest heights
pointing toward an unobstructed horizon,
castle-spotted foothills, majestic mountaintops
a gentle sentinel
Tell me you are my Brother,
I will believe you.
Tell me you are Nature,
the subtle verve of the seasons,
the cherry tree, the honeysuckle
the apple blossom,
the whisper of rain and the breath of grass
Tell me you are Nature,
I will believe you.
Tell me you are Grace,
a poultice for the soul that aches,
unconditional love from an unknowable source
the solace of a mother’s embrace
Tell me you are Grace,
I will believe you.
Tell me you are a prophet,
humble and wise,
speaking truth to the ficus,
the teapot, the long-haired tabby
giving a sermon on the mound of everyday living
Tell me you are a prophet.
I will believe you.
Tell me you are a peacemaker,
compassion’s reason
and heir to the Earth,
Tell me you are a peacemaker,
I will believe you.
Tell me you are God,
Tell me you are Love,
Tell me you are Zeus or Shiva,
Tell me you are me,
and that the heavens sing for thee.
Tell me, I will believe you.
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