Hireath

 Let the stillness come
when sorrows are lit by early sun
    and the hearth is cold
let them gather like dew in the corners
as the ashes bitter settle
and remember who was
be gentle in steel and shadow
be branch and leaf
o'dae let life bloom again
where we once was
let our will be and spirit free
let the children know they are loved
that there is love yet
bare your teeth, clench your fist, guard your heart
let the stillness come and sing.




[This is a family poem that has been passed down the generations from the last few centuries at least, and gently adjusted and translated by the poets.]