To Those Who Lived Here Then

This elder tree
means little to me
but meant so much.

Hold its blossom
cupped in your four fingers,
inhale gently, reverently,
scent of the Great Goddess, sacred
tree of life,
tree of death on which the sobbing Judas
hanged himself.

Go humbly for its fruit,
Begging Her pardon
(She is near)
and raise your glass of wine before you drink,
commune with that which lives,
with those who lived
and drank and danced and fell in love
here, then.

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