Sunday, July 10, 2011

breaking fast

                                                                ~ for esther         
in sight of the smoke
of morning cook fires
i remember the passing of elders
from the realm of Time
the Knowing
that if we are to have them
we must see their faces in the dew
sparkling in mist-shrouded hollows
hear their voices in the Silence
marked by the musical chatter
of the creatures of the dawn
and the homely noise of the firekeepers
the makers of food
preparing to share the bounty of another day
in the meadow

the family awakens
and comes forth to feasting
awakens to the sound of the grandmothers
singing morning blessings
awakens to the communion of souls in Time
only to recognize the Timelessness
of All

the grandmothers, the grandfathers
call to us with their last breath
endlessly resonating on the wind
the breath of generations
never gone
transmuted
the family remembers how to listen
how to see
sharing fire and bread, drum and dance
refining the web
that makes from many
One


© 2011 pamela twining

photo: swapan mukherjee




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