Embers and Echoes

A Beltane Poem

Sparks fly into the night
   a meeting of flame made on earth
   and the sky's burning eyes  

My body stands between
   constellations overhead
   and ground beneath my feet
   
Rooting down
   rising up
   
Keeping a promise
   my foremothers made

Wind carries their chant
   an echo in the air
   songs of budding iris
   and the courage it takes
   to walk this path

They say
   as above, so below

It's also
   as within, so without

So I stoke 
   the fire inside
   to light my own way
   carrying the flame of hope

Some of us were born
   so very long ago
   and we return
   often lost, never alone

The more we listen
   to Pacha Mama's call
   the better we understand
   how to stand tall

And the older I get
   the less I know
   of modern man
   I spiral toward an ancestral home

My body stands between
   heaven and earth
   the journey before me
   to restore honor for Her

Bowing down
   showing up

Keeping a promise
   my ancient soul made

Photo by Joshua Newton on Unsplash

May we remember our roots from a time before they forced us out of the land and into the pews. Let the fire of Beltane awaken what’s been sleeping, ignite what’s been waiting, and light what’s been hidden. We carry the sacred flame within us. We carry creation within us. Your fear is not an obstacle, but a doorway. Walk into a new season of life with courage.

This poem was crafted from a prompt offered by 𝙹𝚘 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚘𝚗