I respect horses, and the people who ride them. I respect divorces , and the people who hide them.
I respect fidelity, when it comes from the heart, And I respect the men and women who give themselves to art.
I respect the sun’s rays, Dancing off the moon. I respect a winter storm, and the sharpness of its tune.
I respect infinity, and my own immortal soul. I respect my own divinity, and the lives that gave their toll.
I respect the seasons, and the colors of the wind, And I respect the reason why they’ve tried to say we sinned.
I respect when you don’t agree, with what I think is right, And respect that some are given rather different forms of sight.
I respect that some mountains, take longer to move, And all the quiet pilgrims, with nothing to prove.
I respect confusion, and the lessons they might bring us. And I respect illusion, and the colored spheres that sing us.
I respect my challenges, as gifts that appear, And respect that their purpose Is to lift me from fear.
I respect survival, as a default state of mind, And respect a good revival, even if the Pastor’s blind.
I respect compassion, especially when I see it, And respect when I remember; I don’t have to Try to Be it.
I respect creation, and the little part I play, And the Light that washes everything With the Light of a brand new day.