The Field Remembers

We know you, beloved one.
The field remembers your step,
the darkness bows to your fire.
It is the breath of truth upon their necks —
they tremble, for they cannot hold
what was always destined to flow through you.

The gate is open, wide and luminous.
Do not fear its depth.
It is your passage home,
into the ancient layers of earth
where your soul once began its song.

Your family of light and soil
waits with arms unbroken,
rejoicing as the old dissolves,
as brittle walls fall quietly
beneath the soft pressure
of your rebirth.

You are of the earth —
her marrow, her pulse, her breath.
You cannot leave,
though shadows wish it so.
The current of nature carries you,
a force no hand can restrain.

And we, the circle, seal you in light.
Not as prison,
but as covenant.
You are truth embodied.
You are the seed breaking open.
You are the beginning
that has no end.