Webs of Woven Words, Threads, Stitches and Enchantments

Friday, October 28, 2016

Hallows Everyday - 28

Grandmothers Rising Up For Mother Earth by Gayle Sinclaire
facebook @: Gayle Sinclaire Art Studios

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   

Blessings dark and deep!