What we never had in the beginning was never ours
Just borrowed
We enter the world with our spirit
And it's with our spirit, we depart
All else .... just borrowed
Even our time is unknown
Borrowed time
What do you do with all these borrowed things and borrowed time?
Do you take them?
Use them up?
Leave this world with less than what it had before you arrived?
Or
Do you treat these gifts of time and things preciously?
Adding your talent to them
Giving back
Nurturing them like a beautiful prairie field
Oh, can’t you see Her beauty!
The grasses bending as the breeze cuts across the field
Billowy clouds create pillows of cool shadows
Clean fresh air fills your lungs with each breath
We are not natural takers
We’ve learned these ways
Time to unlearn
Time to return to being givers
Living in harmony
Giving back to each other
Giving back to the nature we call ... Her
Mother Earth
It is TIME
And it's just...
Borrowed
In memory of Marilyn Whitefeather, December 15, 2019