A parting gift from Sacred Space

Published March 13, 2013 by ireneglasse
Gotta love it when my Muse bludgeons me so hard I have to turn around, drive back home and write it all down…

Bone Fire

Bone-dry the earth and twisted branches
Cracking as the drought advances
Cut off from the well below
Nothing green here can grow

Tinder dry the leaves have fallen
Scattered in this barren garden
Caught up in the searing wind
To carry further our great sin

Light alone can only burn
Endless oceans drown in turn
Rain must fall to heal the burning
We must be the flow returning

We must destroy the dam we made
We have to heal what we betrayed
We must shatter our own chain
We must become the falling rain

Sparks are catching in the sun
And flames along the ground do run
Sending sparks into the sky
Blackened branches fall to die

Wash the streets and clear the air
Pour down upon the poison there
Rinse the ashes from the land
Finding earth beneath the sand

And welling up from caves forgotten
Greening power comes to soften
Reaching up as we pour down
Put out the flames now all around

Feed the roots to feed the leaves
Heal the earth to heal the trees
Tend the well to tend the seed
Become the rain to end the need

Advertisements

One comment on “A parting gift from Sacred Space

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: