Ceremonial

Headress of archetypes
honoring those dead
those with breath
those yet unborn--
a soul shared
like ashes carried from horizon to horizon.

Our first ancestors knew no race
no war but survival.
Hands learned fire
dancing magic of light and warmth
a secret to be whispered to their children.

These flames are little lives leaping to heaven.
As incense wafts our souls
to meeting of earth and sky
We offer humble blessings
timeless prayers.
Our spirits mingle in ceremony:
from mouth to mouth the vessel of peace.