Ancients rise through morning light
with open sky on the green land.
They bring stories and songs,
coming for the ceremony
of remembrance.
The new world waits
across the river of grief
in a circle of initiation
where forgiveness flowers.
Fire falls, future brightens,
the sunlit beauty of what will be
emerges from the mist,
the earth full of gladness.
Wonderful Don – gratitude and hope for new beginnings! so apt! I Feel and heal in morning mists.
Wow, what a beautiful, rich wave of feeling this poem draws from the well of my being, that I shall ride into this glorious day. Thank you Don
The headwaters are nearing flood stage, reconfiguring sand and gravel bars,altering the currents within boundaries.
I love the inherent optimism of this poem.
I’m doing what I can to be ready for the initiation, and to face the ancients unafraid and with an open heart. Crossing the river of grief and surviving the ceremony of remembrance is not a given, as far as I can tell.
Thank you, Don. Beautiful.
Thank you!
I’m so thankful for your generous poem Don, and to witness the beauty coming forth from not only your words, but for all the men who offered a response. A precious moment.
Each day born anew and so we too if our hearts align with this proffered grace
A potent reminder for me that one of the responsibilities of the ancients, the elders, is to be familiar enough with the territory of grief that they can lead others there, beyond which is forgiveness and gladness (in spite of external appearances!)…thanks, Don!
A Perfect invitation HOME, Don…
Lovely, mystical and uplifting, Don.
The river of grief must be crossed quickly. No lingering there. I am grateful for your beautiful poem, Don!
I just read this Don, coming up on the rear.of those above. This is such a complete poem. In a moment, such a full story is told, hopefully told and retold eadh day. In this season of morning brilliance your images captured something current and known. Most lovely, thank you.