Path of the Ancients

Will I walk the path of the Ancients

On bedrock worn so smooth

By the journey of so many spirits

And the turning of the wheel?

 

Yet old is new and new is old

With each turning of the wheel

Each spoke leads back to center

Then springs forth afresh and anew

 

Will I walk the path of the Ancients

‘Cross meadows unmarked by time

Through flowered fields so fragrant

Awash with morning dew?

 

Run–gather in my arms

All the beauty my heart can hold

For I shall pass this way but once

Though I’ve walked this path before

 

The little bird did tell me

You were here when it all began

While this life is but a moment

You’ll live forevermore

 

So when Death sneaks up behind me

With no fear nor false surprise

I will welcome the comfort of darkness

And return unto earth once more

 

Sweet Mother folds me to her bosom

Sky Father bids me farewell

As I sing to the four directions

Rest well for the trip without end

 

For old is new and new is old

With each turning of the wheel

Each spoke leads back to center

Then springs forth afresh and anew

 

Then I’ll walk the path of the Ancients

‘Cross meadows unmarked by time

Through flowered fields so fragrant

Awash with morning dew

 

‘Til I walk the path of the Ancients

On bedrock worn so smooth

By the journey of so many spirits

And the turning of the wheel

 

 

Thomas Hubbard  (9/2005)

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