Every morning,

at my Holy Apple Tree,

when the sun comes up,

it is time for my daily prayer,

I stand and close my eyes,

give thanks for my life,

and I listen and pray.

This morning, I heard God laughing

sending the Autumn wind, to sing his joyous song

I did not create you to be sad,

or fearful, or to argue,

or be angry, turn away from those voices of division,

they shall reap what they sow.

Beware of the hollow men,

they will suck the soul from your very being.

My wish for you is to hear me laugh,

to love the poor, to rejoice in your

power to create and be good.

Love Mother Earth, heal her wounds,

heed the creative spark.

Welcome to your daily prayer,

My idea for you, yearning child,

is this.

Come to me and dress for dancing.

Prepare to be carried on a stretcher

to the party that never ends.