There comes the phasing of the moon
that howls my soul from rest
Sings the ancient notes of old
that I’ve learned to love the best~

Calls me to the glistening moon
I’ve come to call the listening moon
I sit rapt within the swoon
as wisdom falls in sweet recall
of Great Grandmotherly tunes~

She is Guardian of my Spirit
as she comes in quietly noted array
Singing … always singing
songs that I remember
to this very day~

She calls me to the alter
blessing the heritage of my blood
I kneel in awesome wonder
as the notes of her knowledge flood
my heart and mind with wisdom
that she believes I should share
I touch the sun of morning
to find a feathered thought
waiting there~

~Dedicated to my great grandmother, Annie Wainwright,
whose ancient songs still fill my heart with love~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram <))><

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~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before~
            

Betty Lou Hebert