Purple Paths Poetry

Obon, Samhain, Dia de los Muertos.Whatever your tongue,Call out to the ancestors.Call them forth. No matter your connection as they walked in flesh,Lean into the shadows beyond the veil.Honor the lost, the lonely, the unheard.Listen closely to the whispers,As they call your name.They know now the hollowed ground Upon which they once trod blindly.Outstretched arms…