Sacred of Journeys ✨

Sacred of Journeys

I call into raging winds in the darkest of night.
Turning to far lands on my left,
then turning to far lands on my right,
I summon you to answer me.
Only your sage knowledge shall reveal the soul of me.

Dancing lights appear as bonfires in the black of skies.
I grip my shield as I kneel down
to rest my battle-weary thighs.
I accept the luminaries are a sign from you.
You are the reason for the fire that blazes within.

Distant thunder joins hands with flashes of the past.
Claps burst and shatter the quiet.
The loud of sound reverberates.
I feel the power of the energy that pulses.
This is proof that I am who you destined me to be.

I am the progeny of countless generations,
centuries becoming as one.
My existence stems from ancient.
Now embedded as my life’s code,
I revere the trek as the most sacred of journeys.

Sheila Bowyer Kline
“We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies.”
― Shirley Abbott