Rest with me history of Ancestors
I can feel my descendants in what I do
As surely as the wind moves the wheat
Jewels shine in my mind to be brought
Into the hall of clear colors
My soul is a captive of seas of light
Why is the glitter too powerful
For this stone-bright place?
With silver crashing and metal
In the rainbow confusion of frequency
O glass of the statues and idols
O filaments of amber, heights of ivory
Weight of my spirit, O’ powdery gold
Flame of earth, golden disc of foundations
Body of emerald, treasures of portals
Rest with me my faithful Ancestors
Arrive after me intelligent Descendants
I know Divinity has more gifts for you.
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Your writing moves me so much!
I’m glad to hear that Tina, that is generally why I write.
You are a very rare talent I am so glad I found your poetry!
Can you add me on facebook or something so we can keep in touch? The link is on my bio
I do not have a facebook only a twitter.
I can feel my descendants in what I do…..