Sunday April 20
Our Sacred Place
A time of abiding apart
has it come?
Dream Bright
Ah, let's go to the sacred place
of the ancestors so long ago.
And in that sacred space rest our hearts
and minds as one even as we must
for now learn and work in the world
in separate spaces
And as we look quietly out to the sky
feel our future as the great patterned cloth
of our determined weaving
all the more beautiful in that
we wove it with our own
independent
vision.
Gentle silent determined one,
I would now that we were two wildflowers,
forever sitting on a hillside
warm beneath a bright shining heaven
quietly bending in the wind
facing each other as our hearts commune
in a silent endless love and affection
But for short time
the needs of the world
darkened by sadness
require more from us.
And so,
you tie your long hair,
I put on my grey
we shoulder our burden
and go forth.
From the sacred place
where we saw the solstice together
when the year began it's course
and where our hearts
as one can always return
until the day
when we look upon each other once again
beneath the warmth of the open sky
April 20
