(Poem of the Week) Dear God, Dear Goddess, Blessed Be. I seek you attention— Please, hear me. May I remember my lessons— Allow me to see— So I am not haunted by the memories. By opposite energies together working Existence becomes— Creates you, creates me. All can turn cloudy Among the extremes— Grayness can cover, Hiding you, Blinding me. Then from the east Comes a warm spring breeze The moon shines a path near flowers and trees— The heart of the sky peaks into the bay— wave