The Call
I hear the Ancestor’s call,
from a land from time beyond time.
Tey are like streams of Light,
Of various colours and none.
They speak from a place beyond
Creed,
Race,
or idea of
right
and
wrong
doing.
And no doing.
I hear their call.
I do not know,
what it means
really.
But I hear it,
and it
feels
good.
And the herbs from my mother's garden
are a pathway
to Divinity.