On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders
and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you.
― Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
bent from their
burdens,
shouldering their pain,
archipelagos of grief
joined in
refrain…
their tears were
as raindrops
of the crystalline kind…
heavy with sorrow
their hearts
were enshrined,
in the embers
of remembrance
scattered
on the winds,
in iridescent worship,
their light
was not dimmed…
