And when the time of the Gathering comes
You will Know
You will feel
And you will go
To the east, to the west
To the north and to the south
To kneel at the gates of the opened Mouth
That opens up her Way
Her world, her earth
As she swallows up the living
And offers up the births
Of the new tribes who stand
Free from chains of forgotten days
As we sing up all that’s lost
And call in the ancient ways
That remind us of the Coming
Of the Going and of the Stand
With earth red faces and stomping feet
We will dance upon the land
Drummers call the living
Pipers release the dead
Singers bring the people
As so the legends have said
And with the rains will come the storms
As redness washes the land
With all our might and beating hearts
We will separate the hand
That holds the grip on our fractured selves
The image that pins us down
We will heal it with our voices
So it no longer makes a sound
And at last the people will be free
To roam, to live, to Be
And all the pain will wash from us
The timeless memory
With veils lifted and clear new eyes
We will walk the earth once more
Be it fin or fish, bird or hoof
Hairless skin or paw
As side by side the middle path
Opens up its Way
As balance breathes
Let it be so, on this
The Ancient Song of Days.
By: Lorna Bailey