A Toast

To the beloved dead, I drink a toast 

of gratitude, of thanks, for this life

that you shared, you share 

with me, in land across the ocean from

my home you walk, you fly, you swim

side me.

A toast I drink today in gratitude that

your life touched,  touches me

as writing, dreaming, planning there

you are, the breeze of 

inspiration found. 

A toast to you my ancestors 

of blood, of bone, 

of heart and soul, 

you chose to come, you choose

to stay, connected yet

across the world, the veil. 

gkn October 31 2015 

Changing tides,  changing seasons,  changing life

ancestors presence in all I do

like the seed pods,  the flowers dying, 

the shells filled with life, or death, 

always,  still influencing the thoughts, 

the feelings coursing through

me in this time of

revelations realized ,  mystery, 

changing light. 

gkn October 31, 2015