Staring up at the dark but star-filled skies...feeling the winds caress us....swirling around the tops of the trees, encircling us with love from above...a beautiful night, a song to be sung.
I begin to sing, my sister, by my side, the Gathering Song to all that abides....in the heavens..on the earth - to the Four Sacred Directions and our Ancestors come, from all that abides.
From the darkness of the deep woods.....the light is seen - shapes as large as people, but not to be seen..but we know in our hearts who has encircled us, it is our Ancestors, our People..who have come this night to encircle us both, to give us love and to give us hope.
We stand together, my sister and I...quiet and peaceful, as we feel the love...of those who have gone on before - to the land of Shadow, but who are forever more..always with us, they have never left, this special night, they gather for us, hearing the song.....come my people, hear my song.
Closer they come....and we stand in awe...my sister and I seeing the power of a song....and we feel the love, we feel the hope, we know they've come to gather with us this special night. The winds blow harder through the tops of the mighty trees.....in our hearts we know, they sing with us.....the Gathering Song, this special night, on this mountain filled with bright starlight.
© Svhyeyi Aga~Evening Rain
August 27, 2001 157pm est
Revised January 4, 2002