I hear the Mother’s voice
In the birdsong and the breeze.
The path is clear to follow
When I walk among the trees.
Can her clarity be carried
To the man-made world of woe?
Or can I just stay longer
And let the river flow?
There must be a place of balance
Where I hold long this Grace
And challenge the insanity
But still can hear her voice.
The Mother’s voice is calling.
Through wind and stormy seas
We must honor her blessings
Or we will cease to be.
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This was inspired by Sue Dreamwalker’s post, “Golden Paths – Taking Time to Be”