Sunday, February 18, 2018
"Sacred Emissaaries"––poem by Dorothy
Sacred Emissaries
Some of us have been
priests and priestesses
since time began.
In Egypt we served in the
pyramids,
we caste the spells
mixed the potions,
to bring healing
to the people,
food for the land.
In Greece we roved
the mountains,
thyrsus in hand,
uniting with nature,
the oracle speaking words
with earth's tongue.
As shamans we flew
high into the heavens
to bring down light
and secret wisdom.
The gods were merciful,
shared the secrets,
yet many died on the way.
Yet it was there,
in sacred East,
that we truly found our path
to union with the gods.
They and we were one,
our ceremonies of fire and chant
calling them down
and we became other.
We still inhabit this
world that does not care.
We are called by different names,
live hidden,
seldom seen.
Mountains, forests,
running streams––
if you look,
you will find us there.
If you listen,
you will hear us speak.
Sometimes we will arrive suddenly,
fill your bodies
with a joy you cannot name.
Dorothy Walters
February 14, 2018
(image from internet)
