Poem #27 - 30/30

What happens when you whisper a spirit’s name into the wind
You are saying, I am standing here calling you to me
Something prophesized in bone or shell is a truth that can bend
When you make a promise of change with work so shall it be

You are saying I am standing here calling you to me
Beyond the furthest reaches of silvery veils between the worlds
When you make a promise to change with work, so shall it be
The ancestors are there to help you jump over life’s hurdles

Beyond the furthest reaches of silvery veils between the worlds
The voices that speak to us are of those who love us well
The ancestors are there to help you to jump over life’s hurdles
They come through in dreams, in burnished stones and shells

The voices that speak to us are of those who love us well
They lived many seasons we have not yet passed
They come through in dreams, in burnished stones and shells
They’ve swam the river’s course, be it choppy or still as glass

And they lived many seasons we have not yet passed
Seen blood red moons and blue ones too that makes life a rare dream
They’ve swam the river’s course, be it choppy or still as glass
And love of self is the first and most important lesson, in an endless stream

Seen blood red moons and blue ones too, that make life a rare dream
Streaming through are these voices that telegraph through the din
Love of self is the first and most important lesson, in an endless stream
What happens when you whisper a spirit’s name into the wind



© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2009