Spirit Home
By WishOnMars
Spirit Home A special place awaits us among spirits who've passed before. A land of sand and sunsets, rich with Apache lore. Where deer commune with eagles, and coyotes call our names. Great Horned Owls hoot to the stars, and life is lived on varied planes. We've danced upon the very sand where ancestors' feet have tread, and been awed by the same constellations that they viewed overhead. We've felt warm breezes on our skin left naked to the moon, made beautiful sand angels and slept 'til almost noon. Our quail, their quail, a twist in time we've shared this natural feast of animal, man, and sky above, from the greatest to the least. The Spirit Gods have welcomed us to share this glorious land, and when it's time, the Spirit Guides will take us by the hand. This special place will be the site where our ashes will call home together, forever with unknown friends never, ever to be alone.This poem is about a beautiful place in the Mescalero Sand Dunes where my husband and I plan to have our ashes scattered. We love to laugh and call it our "Ash Hole" Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 04:15 AM PST 0 • 10
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