Black swans in the night sky.
I hear my mother calling.
The ancestors never left us.
We just could not see in the dark.
But you with your sight
Mix dark with dark
From the memories of your own
Starless night.
This heartbeat pulsates with a thousand voices.
We will not forget, so we can forgive.
Over and over washing this dark shirt of memory!
We will not forget, so we can forgive.
Over and over washing this dark shirt of memory!
In pitch-blackness it shone
The brilliance of those who blazed the way
That we may have a path through the night.
Theodore Tsaousidis,
September 29, 2008 Owen Sound, ON
Written after guiding 3 day retreat in nature.
Copyright 2008
