407 . Ancestral Fire Dance
Gather the dried logs and carefully erect the frame of the sacred bonfire,
As you work chant glorious songs that will strengthen as well as inspire,
Stand humbly before the Old Gods, bask in the glowing glory of their grace,
With blessed black coal, and natural mixed pigments, carefully paint your face.
With the divine spark of your faith light the fire, to the heavens the heat will rise,
In the crackling of the wood listen closely and you will hear our ancestors' cries,
Turning from blue to red - yellow the flames reach out through distance and time,
They reach out to the souls of our ancestors as the rippling heat begins to climb,
Let the flickering of the dancing flames burn into you, and put you into a trance,
While the rhythmic beating of the drums sets your feet to an ancient tribal dance,
Allow your freed body to be nimble, and your blank mind to expand and contort,
Push aside all outside distractions, and evil thoughts that might possibly thwart.
Look into the glimmering flames, with their aid reach into the heart of your soul,
Travel back in time, see your ancestors' faces reflected on the sacred totem pole,
Relive their lives and deeds, keep them close within you and they will never die,
Be sure to honor them with gifts, and high praise, before they must say goodbye.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.