Hallows Everyday - 28

Grandmothers Rising Up For Mother Earth by Gayle Sinclaire

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A Call to the Ancestors

A Poem/Song

To blood and bone


We sing in stone, 
In dirt and tree and root
.

We pray to know
 In flame and snow


The breadth of all our birth.


We seek your words 
In food and mirth,
In story and in myth,


The ways that you, O Ancestors
 lived in love and frith.


We seek you high, 
We seek you low
,

In Earth and Sky and Life.


We seek you in the utter dark, 
And seek you in the light.


We seek you from the Void’s old home


From Ice and Flame combined
,'

From the Tree, Breath and Body
,

Our bloodlines are defined.


So come to us O Sacred Ones, 
Dance and sing and speak
.

So long we’ve been without your voice
, So long we have been weak
.

Come fill us with your blessings

 Come fill us with your songs


And when we die accept us in


To join the Odal throng!


Welcome me, O Ancestors
, Holy Ones New and Old.


And through your guidance, 
Your grace, your gifts
,

Let the paths of wyrd unfold.

by Sarenth   

http://sarenth.wordpress.com/

Blessings dark and deep!