Alone I Walk (Samhain)
dearly beloved,
we have gathered here today
to celebrate your passing on
to another dimension of existence.
today i walk alone,
as we all will when we rejoin
the creation song
from whence we came.
i walk amidst the gravestones and trees,
occassionally spiralling in dance,
remembering that death, as life, is
not to be feared.
i think of the year past,
of the people and animals and trees and flowers
that have all left earth behind.
i think of my own past year,
and the pieces of me that have slipped away,
the relationships that have
laid writhing as i watched the sun set,
the people that have slipped into and out of my life.
as the old year ends and the new one begins,
i am reminded that life ends in death
and that birth stems from death,
and that the illusion of life and death is only a dance,
just as the sun and moon
or the seasons
dance in the cycle of life.
on this samhain,
alone i walk
through a graveyard
that trees complacently watch over
and flowers cheerfully spring from.
Ashley Ravenwood, copyright 10/29/94
