Looking Up She Rises

Old memories stir
like the coal bed of a log fire,
fierce heat of distant times
when the circle was intact
and joy unclouded.

We knew we would forget but not
how hard forgetting would become,
yet the oil of awakened memory
softens the wounding, easing
our entry into this day,

when only love will join us,
only the deep well of certainty,
water cold and full of solace.

The Earth so wedded to our souls
that as we look up, She rises.