Gratitude Calls Your Name

By Jesse Teron

It echoes in the hills,

whispers through the meadows,

dances between the trees.

The journey leads you home,

not in miles,

but in remembering—you were never lost.

This is you: woven into the fabric of everything,

a thread in the infinite.

You are safe to fall;

I will catch you as the earth cradles the leaf.

I have always held you, though you may have forgotten.

I never did.

You are my sacred child,

one breath with all that is,

all that was,

all that will ever be.

One with all,

all with one.

I am you,

and you are me.