Cry Upon the Mount

Cry upon the mount with me,

That we may water first seeds with our tears.

Let us cleanse the pain from our bodies,

As we grieve loss and birth of life.

Be wrapped in the comfort of an easterly wind,

And feel the world turn about us.

Rejoice in our mortality,

As our bones sing to return to Mother Earth.

We once had all of life before us,

As children drawing shapes in the sand.

Now we, two souls, claps hands wrinkled with time.

We rejoice in our existence,

Clasping at buds of a new spring.

Cry upon the mount with me,

And let our flesh return to the waiting earth to nourish the trees.

-M.E. InkOwl


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