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Quiet Spirits

Written By Hair Dark aka Katherine Raborn

Sometimes in the quiet of the night,

when my heart feels heavy with care.

I sit and gaze into the sacred fire,

whisper to the Grandmothers in prayer.


My soul they bring me blessings,

wash my spirit in their love clean.

And I can hear them singing to me,

of why I walk this path and what it means.


To be a child of the ancient ones,

that now have long time past.

Reminding me they gave in sacrifice,

so our way of life would last.


A shadow in the distance I see,

one that lingers on into the dawn.

As though it is watching over all,

bound to Mother Earth it is drawn.


Suddenly a touch felt ever so lightly,

just a tender brush upon my skin.

The strong healing of rock medicine,

making way for a new journey to begin.


Knowing that no matter where it is I go,

always at my side one of them will walk.

Many hours passing time by seem silent,

my heart hears words of which they talk.


Peace settles gently falling like a mist,

the fire now has turned to embers low.

And with a breath of kindness,

I can feel their spirits in me flow.


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