The time has arrived to walk to the river,
twos and threes, with our tea candles cupped,
melted onto tiny boats of birch bark.
And beneath the bowed and grieving trees,
kneel at the edge, release our tenuous fires
to the water’s flow, watch our loose rosary
of lights, form a luminous line and sail
around the dawning bend.
Yes! Oh, yes!
Thank you, Marcia.
Love the imagery of floating Light!
Thank you so much, Erika.
Like watching something so simple yet powerful! I am often spellbound by your imagery Stephen.
Thank you for that, Peggy. It means a lot.
I especially love that we came in twos and threes, not alone, because we will not make it out this alone.
and the words: kneeling, grieving, releasing.
I am working on that last one.
Thank you, Deane. I’m with you!