10/28/09

Holy Days

we sprinkle cornmeal
feed the spirits of the land
listen to their hum
*
For all the Saints
not knowing it’s a pagan thing
congregations sing
*
family altars
petals, food, incense, and more
call ancestors home
*
big bonfires blaze
we and witches make merry
Samhain is here
*
don your masks tonight
have courage to cross over
the veil is thin
*
we will fly like leaves
dance wildly with the moon
as we mount our brooms
*
there are no dead
on the Day of the Dead
10/09

2 comments:

  1. Shane Sattler30/10/09

    Holy days indeed. We fly like leaves on the wind. I like that!

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  2. Anonymous1/11/09

    There are no dead on the day of the dead, I know because I danced with them last night under the moon, dog watching,as we swayed. Beautiful reminder, Sharon.

    Jeanne

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