I wrote this poem when I was nineteen years old, almost ten years ago to the day. So much has happened since then. I have grown and changed so much, yet I connect with the part of me that wrote it more than ever. Eternal Spirit, flowing free. It feels so fitting to share this poem now, with three blessed seeds set to sprout in our family in the coming month. I dedicate this poem to you, little ones, and hope that its message stays close to your heart throughout your journey.
I love you forever,
auntie Dallas.
From womb of struggle was I born
From seed of uncertainty was I sown
And when these two did meet
Sweat and soil in mirror’s image
A prayer was set that I may too
Find security in bodily toil
And reap the crop of karma
So many times turned over
By wind of fathers passed
But when I took those hands of mine
And dug them unto the Earth
Only to find them clean and dry
When my eyes doth looked upon
I sat so long, perplexed
For what had always been
From my first breath upon emergence
No longer knew my name
Instead of draining this body so
Through shovel, rake and strife
The Earth but passed its wisdom
And secrets to fruit year-round
Yes how to taste the sweetest crop
Bared eternally unto compassion’s kin
Carried through voice of rolling wind
The Earth but spoke to me
And said
For you I shall reveal
This end to your father’s work
So he may rest in you at peace
And know that not one winter
Shall bequeath you rot and spoil
But juice divine, ever flowing free
From a selfless stream of trust
Please take your hands that so routinely
Dug and ripped and pulled
And rest them gently upon my back
To feel my heart beat strong
Allow to match in rhythm
Your unsteady beat with mine
So that in time we may become
One breathing body at ease
And then I shall bestow my gifts
Walk them across our sturdy bridge
To meet your hunger and your thirst
And should you remain just so
Ever gentle in surrender
These pillars will keep our fortress strong
And gates long open from dawn past dusk
And oh, that I might struggle
Upon delivering unto you
My gifts of life and love
Be the Guide, illuminating light
Yea’ shine it upon my skin
A ray of patience and of thanks
And my stride it shall not fail
Now when all fell but silent
I took my hands so grateful
And placed them gently upon her back
As she would have me do
Then, in one swift breath
One thousand if not a million
Blossoms did spring forth
From winter’s hush and icy still
Spilling pink and green unto the lands.
And as every bud awakened bright
So shall the seeds that are to be born
From womb of love and trust
Sown by Eternal Light.