firelit
these last moments of the year
are quiet
but i am brimming with all that has been
and all that is to come
i hear my long gone grandmothers in the cedars
i feel the ancients circling the house
drumming in my dreams
a rain song
a river song
a water keeper's prayer
please take my hand
weave me into the sacred
talk to me of the starry winter sky
walk with me
show me the way
please take my hand.
