Divinity for my Daughter

 I have a small & growing altar
gathering in my apartment
composed of stolen bits
of honest art.
nuts & leaves
shells & sticks & stones
This, is the shrine
I've brought to my daughter.
I place it around her
so that the beauty
can climb up these walls,
fill empty spaces on dusty shelves.
I want her to see
that divinity
is abundant
it hangs from trees, nourishes hunger
erodes to softness with time
or sits firmly still,
 allowing us to pass quietly by.
I want her to feel
her own connection
to the wind
& the rain & the mud
& to know (soul deep)
there is a growing deity
that lives inside her skin