At the Gate of Dawn

By Adam, Janusz, Larysa, and Alison

In my heart I feel

echoes of my ancestors

each day

my grandmother’s voice

Maria Sant Ostrobramska

the land loved her

and she loved the land

Blessed Mary at the gate of dawn

her crop

was her heritage

Before history

mountains were

glaciers

now beyond the melancholy

of this worn-down world

she is in the shadow

of the mountains

and I grieving

the land was her heritage

now it is mine

Maria Sant Ostrobramska

Mother Mary at the gate of dawn