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I talked to the ancestor tree this morning
She said to tell you she loves you
And so do I.
The sun draws another day,
And I am unsure of its hand.
But the rock sings of harder days
And the ancestor tree echoes love.
So here in the mist before dawn
I will pray for us
All.
I talked to the ancestor tree this morning
She said to tell you she loves you
And so do I.
The sun draws another day,
And I am unsure of its hand.
But the rock sings of harder days
And the ancestor tree echoes love.
So here in the mist before dawn
I will pray for us
All.
Maybe it’s the memorial-
She was told six months to a year.
Here we are, scattering her amongst bluebirds and cattails
Forty-six days later.
Maybe it’s the fall-
And the beauty tumbling toward me,
The beauty,
Which cannot stay.
Maybe it’s the memorial-
She was told six months to a year.
Here we are, scattering her amongst bluebirds and cattails
Forty-six days later.
Maybe it’s the fall-
And the beauty tumbling toward me,
The beauty,
Which cannot stay.
Love mercy enough to give rest to your worthy being
Love mercy enough to see in one another possibility
Love mercy enough to know in your bones
That even the seeming extinguishing of the light is
A call for genesis
Growth
And rebirth
In the gift of darkness.
Love mercy enough to give rest to your worthy being
Love mercy enough to see in one another possibility
Love mercy enough to know in your bones
That even the seeming extinguishing of the light is
A call for genesis
Growth
And rebirth
In the gift of darkness.
But then trees filter it
Beloveds speak in its glow
And the light yet makes its way-
We were born to be free.
Remembering truth this labor day no matter flags they drape…
But then trees filter it
Beloveds speak in its glow
And the light yet makes its way-
We were born to be free.
Remembering truth this labor day no matter flags they drape…