Sacred Migrations By Andrea Hernandez Holm

We are in a sacred time
When lines between worlds
have been worried thin by our weeping
Waiting for dear ones to return
Waiting for a blink
A flutter 
In our hearts that tells us they are here
Still with us.

A sacred time 
When there is no time.
When we feel angel’s wings beat against our backs
And welcome death as it comes
Because we’ve invited it. 

We are in a sacred time
Waiting for ancestors marching across the heavens, 
The echo of their footsteps reverberating below
in the march across continents.
All our relatives
Coming 
Coming
Coming
To see us and be us
In this sacred time
When the lines between worlds blur
When the lines between life and death blur
We wait with open hearts
Worried thin by our weeping. 

I tremble.

In the face of the unknown
For only a moment
There is nothing more sacred
Than movement
The movement across time
Across lines
Across life
Across death. 
Movement becomes motion
Trembles become tremors
And the universe splits open
Exposing all our pain and sorrows
All our love and beauty. 

The return will bring balance.