A Thousand Years of Healing
by Susa Silvermaire
With this turning we put a broken age to rest.
we who are alive at such a cusp
now usher in
a thousand years of healing.
From whence my hope, I cannot say,
But it grows in the cells of my skin,
My envelope of mysteries.
In this sheath so akin to the surface of earth
I sense the faint song.
Beneath the wail and dissonance
this singing rises. Winged ones
and four-legged ones,
grasses and mountains and each tree,
all the swimming creatures.
Even we, wary two-leggeds,
hum, and call, and create
the changes. We remake our relations, mend
our minds, convert our minds to the earth.
We practice blending our voices,
living with the vision of the Great Magic we move within.
We begin
the new habit, getting up glad
for a thousand years of healing.
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