The Offering

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I gaze into the distance,

beyond palm fronds waving in the warm breeze

beyond the valley floor covered in smog

beyond even the mountains

rising in the distance,

snowcapped and cold

beyond the day and night of it

beyond earth and sky

beyond the moon, the sun, the stars

beyond swirling galaxies and the mystery

of imploding and exploding stars,

dust most brilliant.

Beyond all this,

I realize the offering is

me

you

us

this

and with every breath I serve.

© 2019 Joanne Young Elliott