calls to mind
hours spent
around wood-fires

where
maidens
dance

conjuring truths
unheard
since the Alpha of time;

though by forethought
known to me
recalling

the smell of ancient wisdom books,

memories made sweet
merely
with stories retold

pungent soils of earth
I draw a circle
on sandy beaches
each particle a star

from the Creator Spirit’s
shepherding hands,

one with divine existence
justifying faith
persevering in light.