For our dear sister Roslyn Nance, always remembered…

Now you
will remember
your story,
the truth of who
you are.

Open the door
into the center
of your being,

where the universe
spirals in the pulse
of your womb,

and dances
on the skin
of your heart drum.

Breathe the scent
of lightning deep
into your lungs,

and look into
the eyes of thunder.

The rain
will fill empty
footprints

on the earth
where once
you walked.

 

Poetry by our beautiful Urban Priestess Apprentice: Nanci Pritchard

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