November 4, 2007
Subtle shape shifters, spirits of water magic,
kin of the wind since time was very young.
The secrets of the ancients, known to earth and sky,
praised by human voices - earth spirit song.
Each bird, and every creature to crawl or fly,
speaks in its own way to share this grand tale.
The magic that welcomes every dawn with a sigh,
parting two worlds through a thin misty veil.
Spirits of thriving vine and wise grandfather tree -
spirits of the meadows, marshlands and field.
Mountain spirits whisper to virgin lakes and streams,
worlds unto themselves, untouched and concealed.
Deep caves, high cliffs and spirits of thundering surf,
carry forth mist where plump blackberries grow.
Earth spirits of root, leaf, bark and fertile soil,
entwined in sacred rhythm, life's unending flow.
Spirits of cloud, of equal seasons and weather,
touch every living thing, each day and night.
They turn the crisp pages of history's making;
the journey awaiting each of us to write.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:Inspired by my trip to Ireland in 2006. I could feel the life in everything, everywhere. Such an inspiring journey. I now have a way to revisit without the cost. It's called GoogleEarth.com