mother going home

It is late and I’m packing. The lights are low and I hear only the gentle sounds of the house settling down for the night.

oh Great Father, you who knows all. you are the beginning and the end.
be with me now as i pack and prepare myself for her passing…  she was my greatest joy, my deepest sorrow.

Soon she will let go of all she knows here and ride the warrior horse across the great divide, home to our ancestors and all will rejoice