In the Dreamtime

Dreamtime by Linda Sannuti

In the Dreamtime,

the ancestors sang of

the way of humans,

being in the world.

They followed songlines

across the land.

Songs and chants

relayed spiritual truths,

the wisdom of how to

belong to the earth

in reverence.

If you go out

under the heavens

in the darkling hours,

harken to the sound

of the sky,

its great bowl

stretched over you

in loving protection,

its stars, signposts,

to guide 

your every step.

Listen, with presence
and attention,
to Mother Earth
and Father Sky,

for the Old Ones

are still singing,

still trying to teach
this wayward,
slowly awakening species

how to be.

Grandfather Cedar,
Grandmother Baobab, 

carry their prayerful messages

on the wind.

To be shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where you will find poems to delight you every Sunday morning.