I HEAR HER CALLING
~ Barbara Thorngren
(RC from New Hampshire, USA)
In the silence of the crisp, winter, night air,
I hear her calling,
And I do not go.
In the silence of the crisp, winter, night air,
I hear her calling,
And I do not go.
Overcast, the grey light casts no shadow,
The ground hard, frozen.
The only sounds are my footsteps crunching in the snow
And I hear her calling, calling me in . . .
The tall trees surrounding me,
Supporting me
Witnessing me
As I walk slowly to her side
The sounds of her rushing waters
Fills me with strength.
I am here.
She is with me, in me, beside me.
I have arrived. I am at peace.
I stand in silence.
Witnessing her power.
She is gathering, flowing
Through the woods and out into the lake
The open expanse - to freedom - to future
And then I see it.
The Circle . . .
From the top of the river she gathers,
Gathers us up and powerfully moves us down the river
Individually and collectively.
As bubbles of water and flakes of ice we dance
And then, right before the waterfall we gather
Together, swirling moving, Circling -
Round and round,
We Circle . . .
Swirling in a powerful circle,
The circle grows, swirling faster
She speaks in the Sacred language of water
This is Sacred time . . .
Beautiful in its small moving pieces
Held with love and deep wisdom
We are together
Merging, sharing growing . . .
Protected by the shore,
It is an eddy, a moving Circle of power and grace.
Glorious in its whole.
Supported by the trees
We listen . . . we listen with our hearts . . .
We hear her.
And then,
Suddenly, some of us are released -
Flowing swiftly down the river
Individually and collectively
To our freedoms
To our futures
I hear her calling . . .
Calling me back to myself.
