SACRED TIME

Our Sky had much to share last Friday
as did many who gathered then
Our water table now full I’d say
As my heart flows through this pen

Fifty Cortesians heard of local's lives
There were tears, pain and laughter
It’s Sacred Time when Truth arrives
and Gratitude sings long after

Watching the water stream and drip
off Linnaea’s spacious tent
I felt a flowing relationship
with every Woman and Gent

Who spoke of her or his life of late
with days of fear and division
Or ones of freedom to contemplate
allowing Love into each decision

The Sharing, precious and profound
and sometimes charged, like mine
Others shared with no sound
As just their presence did define

Our need to be with others
not down rabbit holes on screens
For real Community mothers
it’s members unlike machines

Visions for that you may soon hear told
by your neighbours and friends
While experience will always unfold
manifestation is something one tends

As a half assed hermit who likes to give
I give thanks for what I received
Love is the nourishment by which I live
Cortes, yours has me grateful and relieved

Long Live Folk (U)nity

Dancing Wolf
October 19, 2021