The Dream of a Sword


I fell into a Dream
I was looking down at myself being buried in my old world village
On my chest was my sword that was re­heated and folded into a figure 8
Then I was looking up from my grave to see the faces of my loved ones and village….remembering when we all worked together with the Great Mother Earth to gather elements and forge my lion­headed sword.
The basic function of the sword was made to serve the
Time of Human events.
The embellishments were an offering to the Holy Mystery of the world; for giving up the elements to create the sword; as well as to reflect my personality within the Whole of the Mystery.
My warrior mates had annealed and softened my steel to rest well until it is dug­up and re­forged for another time beyond my own.

Dennis G. Sparling