by Meg Riley
As you burn, so do our eyes.
As you are scorched, so are our hearts.
As you are wild, torrential, dangerous, so are souls.
As you are parched, so are our spirits.
Every morning your beauty makes me gasp.
Every day you host millions of miracles.
Every night you offer me the gift of restful darkness.
You are a survivor—my first and final teacher of resilience.
Without you, I have no blood.
Without you, I have no breath.
Without you, I have no food.
Without you, I have no life.
May I remember, every moment, that I am your child.
Your beauty and your trouble are mine.
Your heart beats in my chest.
Meg Riley is senior minister at CLF. She’s been a UU minister for twenty years. As a UU kid in West Virginia, she quickly learned to enjoy being ‘different,’ which has served her well in a ‘different’ life. Riley lives in Minneapolis, where she enjoys walking by lakes, gardening, reading and writing, and in social media, where she enjoys hanging out, keeping up with people, and playing the occasional game of Scrabble. She is the parent of a teenager, and the companion of a number of four legged friends.