Paul G

Posted by She Who Hugs A Lot

The Soles of My Great-grandmother’s Feet

In the autumn hair
that dances with the breeze
I walk barefoot
on the soles of my great-grandmother’s feet.

She has joined the spirit world
yet is more then an echo in my mind;
she calls to me
from the sacred mountain.

She is one with the land
and I am one with her.
She no longer watches me from her kitchen table
but from her eagle eyed wings crossing the canyon floor.

I feel her in the heartbeat of the drums
as I dance around the campfire
our spirits uniting in the tongues of smoke
that lap at heaven’s door.

We walk with her mother
and her mother’s mother
then stop to rest on the back of a turtle
from the beginning of time.

Faith Tanner-Thrush

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