So much more…

By the light of the moon

as the crickets sing,

the voices of the ancestors

move through time,

it’s a soul thing.

I hear the ancients,

I feel them well!

They give me courage

they give me strength to tell.

Whispering sweet words of comfort

words of encouragement for the future

whispering in wisdom of the battle ahead,

so much more sorrow

so much more death….