Hallowed

“This is hallowed ground,” she says,

“The taproot of our lives.”

My mom, her mom, her mom and on…

We walk back home to soil

we were dreamed from.

Veil lifted – our ancients arrive.

Root within root, we are trees,

resurrected.

One hallowed being,

a circle of women.

© Angela Bigler 2021

Photo by Shane Rounce on Unsplash

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