When I had no love.
I made myself
the object of loving.

When I had no friends.
I became a friend to
the sun and the moon.

When I had no temple.
I made my words and my voice
a hopeful place to rest.

I bring each day all that I am.
Love, words, the sun, the moon
and the magic of my voice.

There is nothing outside of me.
Except the shadow of death.
Such a simple happening.