Ceremonies are the clay
from which we mould the
meaning of our lives,
water we used to wash the wounds,
clean bandages to soothe end
keep the healing safe.
Small ceremonies like
writing by candlelight,
making a pot of tea
to be shared with a friend,
taking a peaceful walk
along old paths,
and skipping stones along the beach
walked in our childhood.
New ceremonies like a
graduation marking learning complete
or old wounds written on small slips of paper
burned and ashes thrown into the sea,
or consecrating houses newly built
with laughter in the presence of our friends
Ceremony is a way to notice,
just a way to breathe it in,
this passage through a special time,
not to forget the depth of life
is it rolls by along the surface of our days.
Take it deep within instead, in rites
that stop the horizontal march of hours and days
And pull time down into the centre,
braided into golden patterns,
in a moment felt by all,
within the silence of a life.