You are quietly there
At each new roadblock
Backing my strength
With your own, and
I can handle anything
Sometimes…I am the Earth
You toss me a new thought
I catch it, contemplate,
Join my words to yours
And watch them sail
Into the distance
Sometimes…I am the Air
You saw into my shell,
Broke through to make me feel
Till I find new peace
In stillness, in
Depths of emotion
Sometimes…I am the Water
You pull me close to you
Reach lips down to kiss me
I tremble, shaking
With burning of
Passion long suppressed
Sometimes…I am the Fire
The unexpected gift
That unifies us
Always…we are the Spirit
copyright © 2002 by Julia E. Benson