Samhain: A Poetic Ritual at My Mother’s Graveside

Samhain: A Poetic Ritual at My Mother’s Graveside

At this moment of gathering death’s blessings
into the breast that succored me;
As your eyes stare into the Mother’s Mystery
where I cannot follow;
Remember how my solid hands caressed your face
Though the Mother of All in her tenderness smoothed the wrinkles

I shovel the skin of our Mother onto your box
Embracing you with Her
I alone among the mourners rejoice
Knowing that my salt water tears will
gestate the sacred space of rebirth
Just as you carried me into my holy body
I rise up chanting, circling
conjuring one moment of Mother communion
to last my lifetime.

The Mystery of two Mothers become One
Come forth from the stone
Let me hear your wisdom each morning in the wind tonings
of the oak outside my bedroom window
Let me honor you each evening as the sky bleeds then deepens to
the unknowable well of endings and beginnings
I rise up chanting, circling
conjuring a lifetime of Mother communion
to last a moment.

First Published in the We’Moon Calendar, 2003

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