Genre: Poetry
Status: Published
Author's Note: This is an older poem published and used by the local Pagan Pride organization for some of their events. In an effort to consolidate all of my works in one central place, I am re-posting it here. The original poem was an attempt at the sense of timelessness I always feel for the Ancestors--that they are our past, present and future. Thanks to some feedback, I have gone back and revised it considerably since its original publication.
Out of the clay and sand
We rose...
out of the mist and dark
With our first breath
We crossed...
the Ninth Wave
into the future, borne by epic tales
Upon our sturdy backs
We carved...
in blood and bone
the songs and stories you hold dear
As memories and dreams,
We gifted...
Our legacy
to your children's children
In the circle of time,
'round the wheel that turns
'round the wheel that turns
We are you!
Remember us, we cry!
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