Ritual
There is an ancient way that calls to me from deep within.
This, this is my future path lost to me on the horizon.
I feel the sacred among the old oaks that stand with me here
And in the rhythm of the drumbeat my heart matches.
Starting the circle way, my feet softly walk with nature.
Though I’m lost to the destination, I find the route familiar.
A cricket calls my name and the rocks outline the trail as
The hawk screams “You are here!” and deer watch in silence.
I move toward the center and feel the earth pull me in.
There is power in each step to keep me moving through.
As I pause to lay the prayers of my family at the center of all things,
I leave behind what was, to focus each step on what will.
Shoulder to shoulder I stand with you, my new, unexpected tribe.
On the circle way together and alone, we walk this beautiful path.
Together, forever in this moment held gently in hands of the past,
Change moves through our souls to circle and embrace all.
Pops Blair, 2017
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