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Grow

Published January 5, 2015 by ireneglasse

All storms pass
And no tower falls forever
In the shadows
Growing with each flash of lighting
Breathing deeply
Living fully

Waiting

Gentle tendrils of green
Unfurl, unfold, untangle
And the tight buds of future flowers
Swell

For some seeds are sown in sunlight
And some spark to light in darkness

And all storms pass

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Of the long, dark night

Published October 31, 2014 by ireneglasse

Tonight I will dress in the sable colors
of lengthening shadows
and the sands on the bottom of the hourglass
and the deep, cold earth
that will one day hold me forever

I will deck myself in my grandmother’s jewelry
and in strange moments I will smell her perfume
glimpse a flash of copper hair
and bright blue eyes
in the incense rising from the altar

Tonight the spirits in my blood
those bright, brave souls
who fought and loved and lived
and died
will dance

And I will feel the Wheel turn

I will feel the Wheel turn

And in the depths of night I will awaken
to cold air on my bare flesh
I will shiver
and nestle into the arms of my love
to breathe deeply and feel the warmth
of life
dancing with the shadow
in my grandmother’s jewelry

Twilight Bound

Published October 9, 2014 by ireneglasse

The highways will give way to
winding roads and rolling hills
and I will find my way
bruised, weary
thirsting
to the Mountain

The colors shifting from green to gold
amber and russet,
reflected in the lake
filling my eyes with autumn’s flame

The arms of my friends will hold me again
And I will revel in their bright eyes
And brighter smiles
This tribe that comes from so far
to join together
to dig deep
to Work

The boulders will sing us to sleep
The great tapestry above a sea of stars
dancing as we walk in darkness
The cool, sharp taste of winter
in October’s kiss
will find us
lingering on our lips

We will stoke the coals of mystery
Alighting anew, we whirling sparks
will reach our hands into darkness
and find ourselves
And we will sink into the season of night
Carrying our new-brightened flames
through the cold

And I will return home
myself
And yet forever changed
In ways I cannot yet imagine

We journey north

To Tribe
To Clan
To the Mountain.

 

 

 

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