May I, may you, may we
not die unlived lives.
May none of us live in fear
of falling to catching fire.
May we choose to inhabit our days,
to allow our living to open us,
to make us less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen our hearts
until they become wings,
torches, promises.
May each of us choose to risk our significance;
to live so that which comes to us as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which comes to us as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

            Dawna Markova, Author and editor, Utah, from “Prayers for a Thousand Years”