Great Mothering Oak
you protect me from sorrows,
from weath'ring and tears.
Your great size heightens your strength
as my tears read mine. To lay at peace
under the sleeves of your beauty,
my journey becomes memory
as we become one
in vast seas of past lives...
you are my sister.
To honor my heritage,
to fly my flag,
ancient stones reveal my name
you remember me
or remember me not...
no matter,
I am one with my Sister,
holding hands through the forests of my ancestors,
we follow the beams of light
that harbor the realm of the ancients,
resting in that sweet, soft bed of dreams,
in my perfect ALL.
Will I see you there...my friend...
