Ancient Ways

In my tribe 

the way it was

before the ancient ways were lost

to history, and to other tools

with which we’ve been subverted

In my tribe

each infant soul

was braided with such care

into the stream of all of us

that none was ever dropped or lost

and as it grew

each one learned its vital, pulsing rhythm

and its needed place

how to move strongly in the power of its knowing

how to contribute, how to own its name

So we were all 

united with the magic

and we strode along the elemental forces

and our hands knew how to bring

each fine idea to fruition

and our feet knew how to run the ancient courses

As they will again, as we remember

all the pathways of our common dreams

how to mirror forth our inner splendor

and braid ourselves together in the stream.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 6, 2012