Sunday, January 24, 2010

My Grandfather

My Grandfather is great and bright,
his heart is strong and his spirit shines.
He teaches me with great patience and wisdom
about the ways of my people,
lost in a sea of shame, but finding their way.
He fills my heart with compassion for those who forgot
the ways of the Earth; who wandered
great distances, settled in foreign lands,
rushed to conquer and spill blood.

He say’s in whispers
– a voice full of tears –

“As long as there is breath within,
you can be the memory of peace
and the possibility of sanctuary.”

My Grandfather warms my face,
lights the darkest places
just by wishing it to be so.
I listen to his soft voice so that no words
are lost to me
and when there are no words
I sit in his presence and listen another way.
My skin absorbs his teachings and he shares…

“I rise every morning and with each new day
offer you the gift to go another way.”

I tell my Grandfather of all the times
I have risen
only to fall.
He laughs;
the Earth shakes a little,
He says it matters
that I rise.

I rest my spirit in my Grandfathers’ loving light
and fall into soft warmth and gentle song.
There are no more words,
only the enormous sound of love
and the silent calling of my Ancestors.
I turn my face to the many
and welcome them into my heart.
I have found my tribe.


Deborah said...

This is so lovely and so perfect to find right now.
What a gift!
I appreciate these words of forgiveness...of being able to walk a new path everyday...each moment and the saneness of being able to make mistakes...this is how we grow and we can step out into the unknown, with our breath, heart, wisdom & deep knowing.
And the gift of innocence, so that we can see through different filters, inviting different perspectives.
One of my teachers says, it only takes 1/4 of a step to move back in the right direction. I am grateful that I hear this voice of his from time to time. :)

Deborah said...

This piece is so full of hope and the gift of an ever-supporting champion to be there for us at all times-Grandfather. Thank you Deborah for reaching into the cauldron of our Being and pulling out the stuff we most need exposed to the light of love.

Deborah said...

Thank you for this beautiful reminder, how gracious, the silent calling of the ancestors...