Holy bones

With our heads bowed
our feet among the stars
born within a vaulted ceiling

Floating safe in Mother sea
our royal heads gently embraced
tight among the holy bones

Sacred fire lit to guide our way
the pulse of heart and drum
guide our way into this heavy world

Our first word, a wail
that lays heavy on our lips
first separation, first breath, first light

We give up this close embrace
for freedom, our last act
to kiss the serpent’s tail

Pain of our mothers
our feet touch ground
sacrum mysterium
this is the grand design.

By  c.m. Brooks


~ by christinambrooks on March 29, 2016.

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