Transition

Wednesday

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grandfather of the west, I thank you for watching over us.

For the medicine you share

For welcoming those who we love and pray for with open arms

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The signs of the new season are all around us.

The spirits of the morning say there last goodbyes to what once was

The love and the warmth of the days gone by shall carry them on their journey

For only that which is forgotten truly passes on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The road of transition is the road we walk today

The harvest is here.

The best of the fruits have begun being chosen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walk this day as one with yourself and the spirit of the season

 Harvest the memories the love of the season past

Keep them in your heart your mind and let them guide your spirit

As the fruit falls from the tree of life, remember its beauty and may it nurture life to come. 

 

 

dedicated to my friend with love and undestanding