The Story Circle ~ April Poetry

Where we sat in our circle

~ The Story Circle ~
The women sat together
Facing one another in the
circle
The circle like the cup in
her hands
Full of warm liquid,
radiating heat to her flesh
The circle where they held
each one in reverence
And respect and honor and
love
This circle, this O, this
opening,
This place where healing
began
As they told their stories
While the others listened
and were reborn
They sat and beheld the
pain, the joys,
The wandering in the
wilderness, the coming home again
Facing one another
They sat together in the
circle
As she lifted the cup of
warm liquid to her lips
She knew then that she drank
the same cup as they
All did, and the warmth of
the love that poured
From each soul radiated
warmth to all those present
In that circle, that never
ending circle
Where all are equal and no
one is set apart
We are that circle
Where love is, where healing
begins, where story matters
And we must return to the
circle
Again and again and again
Facing one another

In reverence, respect, honor
and love
Deborah L. Tisch, April 14, 2014


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