Divine Grace

A Thousand Years of Healing

From whence my hope, I cannot say,

except it grows in the cells of my skin,

in my envelope of mysteries it hums.

In this sheath so akin to the surface of the earth

it whispers. Beneath

the wail and dissonance in the world,

hope’s song grows. Until I know

that with this turning

we put a broken age to rest.

We who are alive at such a cusp

now usher in

one thousand years of healing!

Winged ones and four-leggeds,

grasses and mountains and each tree,

all the swimming creatures,

even we, wary two-leggeds

hum, and call, and create

the Changing Song. We remake

all our relations. We convert

our minds to the earth. In this turning time

we finally learn to chime and blend,

attune our voices; sing the vision

of the Great Magic we move within.

We begin

the new habit, getting up glad

for a thousand years of healing.

© - Susa Silvermarie

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Stephanie Doty
Simply Amazing
July 14, 2014
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