Fire
We are each planted with a spark of light.
Each life is like a fire.
We must take care of that light.
Feed it.
Do not let passions for anything we find delight in
Rage and consume us
In any small or large manner
Or we will dim the fire.
It is made of the love of our parents
And ancestors.
It is lit by the Divine within everyone.
We must take care of it.
We each carry light into the world,
Every small and large being.
We share the light with every
Small and large act of compassion.
Laughter and joy make it dance
Beyond time.
What will we leave the day as a gift
Of remembrance and thankfulness?
c Joy Harjo November 6, 2013 Grand Rapids, MI dark and rainy
“This is Joy Harjo’s ongoing journal of dreams, stories, poems,music, photographs, and assorted reports from her inner and outer travels about Indian country and the rest of the world .”
Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections on Spiritual Practice 
Happy thanksgiving to you too!
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How beautiful! Happy Thanksgiving to you, Namaste.
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I’m so happy the poem spoke to you. I want to read more of her. Thanks for re -blogging.
Sent from my Kindle Fire
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Reblogged this on Traces of the Soul and commented:
A beautiful and meaningful Thanksgiving reflection…Namaste.
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