Sending Terry’s spirit home: In the wind ... witnesses

 

In her language, 

On her Country,

She acknowledged the ancestors 

and told them of our purpose there.

 

Quietly … we waited.

 

As she spoke so also a crow – the messenger bird called out

            Telling the ancestors that another is to join them here

 

As the crows cries died down, a Wedge-tailed eagle appeared …

            Then …

            Another … 

come at the crows’ call to receive our friend into their midst

            The great crowd of witnesses revealing their welcome.

 

And … the wind … blew

it blew … strongly

 

Spirt wind

Creator

Life giver

Spirit receiver

God revealer

Reshaping land and seas

Air and clouds

And ... 

creatures ... 

 

On the wind 

Among the Arta Mai, (healing trees [black boys])

Spirit released

Ash remains scattered from our hands 

and gathered 

into the earth … rejoining the elements 

welcomed into an unseen yet seeing immensity of witnesses.

 

It is into your hands, 

your love-worn and healing hands

your compassionate and creating hands

your welcoming and embracing hands … 

We trust and release our beloved ones

 

(Sing) A-amen, a-amen, a-amen ... amen amen!

 

On Adnyathamanha country - amf20210519 + 20210529)

 

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