~dreams of something ancient

Walking connected to all that is ancient

Quintessentially walking in the olde ways

feeling the stars and moon deep within our bones

. that bond formed in the womb of the Earth and the mother…

We are learning the ways of those who walked before us

some walked in dark black robes and others were light

so we walk, striving to shine that light

reaching to touch their fingertips across time

Love does not change much over millenniums

We are born of pure love, starlight

yet, of blood and bone and glimpses of memories

such as of the stench of burned flesh, wood stained with the sanguine ties

to those who filled the needs of those who sat upon thrones

or carried a papal insignia, golden encrusted

bought with the poached ducats

for the sins of those wanting to exchange gold for forgiveness

Secrets told to men in red robes, whispered in holy places

echo in the gold coins placed upon dead men’s eyes

as the royal armies of a few “faire” countries squabbled over land

none of it their own

Looking across Allington bridge I remember those days

washing away Boleyn’s blood from the block her a b*****d daughter

would reign, married to a country recovering from the reign

of a sibling who burnt all who would not bend their knee

towards fading Italy

Angels cried tears of blood, and as the West was overtaken by refugees

innocents were slaughtered in the name of freedom of religion

we stand on this soil and still feel their death cries

So, here we are, here and Now…

easing our way into more awareness, overcoming a history

where land and gold could free a soul,

or so the people were told

I wash my hands and thoughts from those days in Allington

Looking only for my Love

our tryst missed at the gateways to the castle in Kent

yet that was then and this is Now

I move softly, gently, forward…..

The world breathes deeply….

hopeful….

leaving lusty kings, queens and papacy in the past

breathing, envisioning a new reign

ut non sit pax

may there be more peace

(c) Katherine Wyatt All Rights Reserved 2016

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[wordman]

we have conquered many evil rulers,the light of love has shown through,we walk the paths of many men
we have overcome tribulations of centries,but love has always shown through