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

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