COMMUNION

Midnight lays her hand upon

Nature's cold brow;

earth and firmament embrace.

I hold the stars and prayers of

generations in heart and hands, 

as aeons surround me.

Autumn dies, enfolded by Light;

Seasons stretch into years,

days into nights,

threads of silver and gold reaching

into the Womb that

birthed all souls. I am You, and

You are I, my departed forbears, 

planting thoughts and

words that I may harvest,

that you may live again and breathe

this Life.

Memories circle the sacred fire,

a fire that never truly ceased

burning, a forever fire amid forever

drumming and chanting,

my kin beyond its old gold light.

Spirit whispers fan the

flames of hope, renew my resolve

by the blaze's ashes.

Its warmth lingers upon the hilltop

and I sense Life within the dust,

for this vision of communion,

of eternal wholeness, 

is Samhain's blessing.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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