Skeleton

Once you have fallen down and rotted into the earth
and dreamt your dreams
and picked yourself back up,
you cannot remain a skeleton.

The wind that blew through your ribs
to teach you it’s song
will only keep singing the same song
and you have already learned it.

The ravens will not come back
because the have sated their hunger
for the dead.

Child of this earth,
the guardians give you a home now.

Grow flesh,
choose garments of color,
hum your song
and listen for the wind
when she wraps herself around you
on a late summer day.
She has secrets about being whole
as well as being dead.

We pass through all doors
into nothingness
and as we return through a door,
all others close.

It is the way of being mortal.

It is a good way,
for without song we cannot express.
Without song we cannot swell and beam,
shape and teach
what has come through us.

This time you will be different.
This time the terrain will be taken more carefully.
This time your ear will be attuned more keenly
to the authentic.

2 thoughts on “Skeleton”

  1. This is one of the most beautiful and heart searing poems I have ever had the privilege to find and read. How it affects me! Praise to you for this meaningful gift!

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