sacred blood oath

 
the collective pool of thought is cleansed
a water sprite with tree guardians
in the forests among the ferns, I dance
my soul is free...

the earth herself calls me into her wonderment
my soul protects her sacredness
I listen intently to her thoughts
chanting quietly in her hollows

the animals know to obey her will
they keep her trust
I hear the ancestors drumming
sounds like the heart-pounding
keeping a steady rhythm of understanding

we walk after the faith
knowing we are but gardeners
we will one day enter into her sanctuary
communing with those who have gone before us

to prepare a bounty
not born of blood but of bond
our hearts cry out for oneness with nature
she nurtures us with an honor-bound oath

we are children of the dawn
she remembers when we first took a breath
a womb for the creator's handiwork
grateful is my soul