A Thousand Years of Healing

A thousand years of healing

From whence my hope, I cannot say,
Except it grows in the cells of my skin,
In my envelope of mysteries it hums.
In this sheath so akin to the surface of the earth
it whispers. Beneath
the wail and dissonance in the world,
hope’s song grows.
Until I know
that with this turning
we put a broken age to rest.
We who are alive at such a cusp
Now usher in
One thousand years of healing!

Winged ones and four leggeds,
Grasses and mountains and each tree,
All swimming creatures,
Even we, wary two leggeds
Hum, and call and create
The changing song. We remake
all our relations. We convert
our minds to the earth. In this turning time
we finally learn to chime and blend,
attune our voices; sing the vision
of the Great Magic we move within.
We begin
the new habit, getting up glad
for a thousand years of healing.

Susa Silvermarie