NUCCIO'S GEM

Seeing this blossom bloom

in my backyard

has me feel a bit like a farmer 

when a bumper crop comes in.

So many prayers and intentions

went into bringing this flower to flower.

Oh, white gem: you are

the petaled apotheosis

of what can happen when

we remember our ancestors—

when we honor 

their forgotten stories,

the woundings and the healings 

that accompany them.

It is only when we sing 

to Mother Earth

that she sings her songlines

 back to us.

Without her song and guidance

we easily lose our way.