This poem represents a deep vow I took the other day. Waking with the feeling of the feathered, dark wing of death or mortality in my psyche -- I went out to the woods to grieve -- and ended up in prayer. I've been holding the prayer with me since -- and here, in this podcast, share the vow, the poem, and some free-reflection about what "being a vessel of the witness to love" means. I hope you enjoy. And remember, you can go deeper and show support by messaging me, finding "mica sun" on the social threads, supporting me at anchor.fm/micasun, or at my artists' site on patreon.com/micasun.