I will raise mountains to the sky
I will cover Islands with the sea
And I will gather broken things
And weave them quietly through dreams.
I will sing forgotten songs
And lift my voice, though none join in
And I will come by wind and rain
To see the lost live once again.
Who will count the landscape’s scars
The path is red, blood of old stones
Shards of time, earth mother’s bones:
Once more found, are we never alone.
I will journey on the seven tides
To find the reason for your cries,
And I will sit in surrender to
The sadness welling up in you.
For you who are so very dear,
I will hold the far more near
And shed a single, weary tear
For all the dreams that flew from here.
The great conversation is not halted
By the sun burnt desires of the taking
I am here in all that is,
What lies broken, all awaking
Do not cast a cry from the tallest trees
For what was never meant to last
Has not future met it’s origin
Has not the child come home again,
Striving for beyond,
And held the strands of the pattern in weaving between her fingers,
To become the song of sunbeams whose streaming laughter lingers?
In your hand you hold the vast and through it learn to soar,
Patiently within you, for child, it is yours.
There is no turning back, only turning, earth and seasons turning,
A time for growing and relearning.
Time to realize we’re all some mother’s child,
Time to honor and continue to rekindle
The wild look in your eyes,
And the color of belonging, green and blue and wise.
Did you really think there would be a single one
Who would not make it to the other side?
Change, the knot
That cannot be undone, it lies
Between our orchestra of longing,
And the whole with fractured facets rearranging.
And among chords played, between silences, we fly,
Letting go of all that’s left behind.
Life shimmers like a firefly’s light,
Transient and tenaciously, we dance what’s yours and mine.
Life leaps in joy and wonder into everything,
Glowing then for all it finds.
Life strikes out in frenzy through forever,
And for that, ever, ever shine.
*This is in response to my friend Ali Isaac’s post, “Almu, The Home of Irish Hero Fionn mac Cumhall,” which you can read here: http://aliisaacstoryteller.com/2014/05/15/almu-the-home-of-irish-hero-fionn-mac-cumhall/.