Ancestors, I feel you.


Ancestors I feel you

Can you feel me near you?

Does your spirit move when I move?

Are we close whether near or far

With all this remembering?

You carried me and the birth was quick

Once a cell inside you both

I multiplied

And with this multiplication mutated into someone else.

Some one who waited and watched

And dreamed and hoped and longed

For some thing far beyond what you could give

But still you gave each in your own way

And loved me

But not in the way I could feel until now

I needed so much more

Never a solid place to stand

Too much water under the bridge

A torrent carrying me on

To places and faces where I looked for freedom

But so unaware of the deep pain and old patterns

That flung me so far away

Until the inner tide pulled me back

Only to become a deluge

Wave upon wave

Will it ever stop?

Please set me free

The chains that bind can strangle

Or become the force that pulls me forward

At the end of this dark night

When my grieving is done

Will there be peace?

For as the witness

At times what I am asked to bear

Seems such a heavy burden

I struggle to breathe under its weight

And with each twisting and turning

I see how the past brought us to here

But now I need to find a new way


Let me go

As I let you know

Acknowledging all the pain and longing

You could not speak

As the witness

To that which is appears to be dead and gone

But still lives on

And is rising again to be recognised

And lived consciously in a new way

Let this tide of reckoning become

Not the flood that drowns me

But the ocean that carries me forward

To a new life

Which is the fulfilment and resolution

Of all you could not live

Wash me up on your shore again

And let me there live

In the sunshine or your ancestral light

And draw close to you again

On clearer starry nights

As you whisper to me again

Your hidden secrets on the breeze

Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

Categories Ancestors, Poems4 Comments

4 thoughts on “Ancestors, I feel you.”

  1. Your writing is on a very special plane. You have a deep spiritual awareness and intelligence that is quite rare. I really admire you and all the writing you do while you’re on this journey 😊💓❤


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