In a blink’s soft hush,
,time stacks upon time;
the world keeps turning,
never pausing on a dime.
What rises like breath
will settle like rain
,and all that was lost
remembers its name.
So don’t fear the falling
of long-woven truths;
leaves drop their stories
to green tender shoots.
to sketch out the new
—by moon-drift and morning,
let wonder lead you.
Come one, come all,
you laborers of Love
—Empathic kinfolk,
Nature’s beloved.
Come Artists and Healers
with soul-lanterns aglow,
Teachers and Builders
—our root work below.
Come Growers and Gatherers
,the Earth’s open hands,
Archivists, Researchers,
keepers of lands.
Come Dreamers and Thinkers,
Those sideways of mind,
Inventors of futures
that heal humankind.
Come Guardians of balance
,the watchful, the wise
—the heart of the forest
,the stars in our skies.
Gather your voices
,let wonder be law;
from soil to starlight
,our weaving is one.
What’s planted in shadow
will rise with the sun;
the wind bears a whisper
—the work has begun.
The dawn is approaching,
its breath on the blue;
the dream has remembered
,and she’s singing through you.
Until the next turning of the quill ~ Casie
