I want to wrap packets of the peace of this place
in gossamer wishes and offer them to the fragrant air
to carry to the hearts of all who are in pain this day.
May you be filled with the strength of these trees, I say,
lifting cupped hands, and with their endurance.
May your spirit be filled with the calm of this lake
and with its gladness. May these shafts of sunlight
remind you that shadows are a part of the dance,
passing phantoms, anchored to nothing. This peace
floats above and beneath and between all you see.
And I send it to you, that you may be healed,
that you may be free.