Live in the world as it is. Embrace it.

Be part of it,  lend it your precious heart.

Go forward, not driven by some need to make your mark,

But led by your tender heart that would heal the wounds that are everywhere and in all beings:

The wounds that are even in the land, scratched into the stones.

The wounds borne by the birds, the flowers, old men, trees, and pets.

With your heart as the soft cloth,

Wipe the brow of those in pain.

Your worth lies in little else than this.

Come home at last, to your own body, to your own Mother Earth.

Come home.

— Pamela Ann McDowell Saylor, 3.12.14