Lyrics

Ancient Mothers

We rise up, no longer silent,
no longer voices lost in darkness,
weaving music from the rhythms
of a reawakening light.

We rise up from deepest oceans,
water glistening on our bodies,
wearing shells and strands of seaweed
to remind us of our home.

We rise up in sacred fires
becoming dreamers in the circle
where our visions dance up twining
with the snaking, rising smoke.

We rise up in ancient blessing,
hands of light toward the sky,
newborn children of the morning,
ancient mothers of the night.

From the Book Essential Radiance:
Poetry by Renée Hummel
© 2001, 2013 Dyan Renée Hummel

Appearing also in Seasons of the Goddess:
The Cycle Around the Tree of Life
by Willow Arlenea, published Spring 2013