Throw your hands in the air,
push your voice from your belly,
until angels hear the call of your wild self.
Greedily accept the caress of feathers
upon your dry and aching throat.
Walk hard upon the earth,
each footstep a commitment…
I AM HERE I AM HERE…
Awaken your Mother,
with stomping and wailing,
until she takes your heart in Her fist,
a clutch tender but stanch,
that will never let you go.
And listen with great concentration
to the wind
to the fire
to the sea
for within each of these one can hear
the fierce and the innocent
laughter of God.