I wrote this short poem in 2003. I would have been 33. Other than that information I have absolutely no recollection of what the impetus was. I should check my journal for notes ...
For Those Who Follow After
I am life set free once more,
dancing on the edges of the universe;
generating stories not yet imagined,
by lives not yet lived.
I am the Heart of all that is Human,
the Soul of all that is Divine.
I am the Song of the Wild,
the Voice of the Old and the Hidden.
I am the best of all that was,
the hope of all that will be.
I am the sound of lives unfolding at the border,
of possibilities and unformed yearnings.
Take my hand, Soul of Fire,
Soul of Truth, Soul of Wisdom,
that together we may shape a better journey
for those who follow after.
Fiona Mackintosh (© 2003)