Courtesy of Others ~
I wake to the sound of my name
The sound leaping from the leeks
Barren fields are blessed
And sister Sunna dances across the land
It is my time again to rise.
Attend me and prepare
I will bathe in the running river
Soil freed from my fingertips
And wrap myself in morning's new dress
I am nearly ready now.
Weave me a gift, my child
Jewels of green and red and blue
Tie back my hair with ripened vine
And place a garland around my neck
Kiss me, my child. Live again.
© 2006 Wayne Earl. All rights reserved.
"Waiting for Parsival", Johnathon Earl Bowser, www.johnathonart.com,
used by permission.
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