Ing’s Ride by Ingrid Andrew

Painting by Elisabeth Slettnes

I am Ingrid.

I am Ing’s ride.

I ride the chariots of Spring.

I scatter petals in my wake;

and gather birds, and throw them on the wing.

I am the herald of the growing light.

I am the waker of the seeds;

I am the heart of life on earth.

I ride the fields and surf the wild and gentle winds.

I blow the beauty of the earth into your eyes;

I plant the seeds of beauty in your heart,

I give these seeds a name,

I call them yearning;

I am here at the worlds turning, turning.

Longing is what I call these seeds,

I love the wild flowers and the weeds.

I am the fierce and fertile mother, of all the universe I am one

lover.

I am Ing’s ride,

I am the harbinger of Spring; I ride the chariots of Spring.

And when mans reign is over with and done;

in some far future millennium,

I will arise again in a sweet breeze and scatter petals through the trees,

and gently wake the sleeping seeds,

for I am Ing’s ride,

I am Ingrid;

I ride the chariots of Spring.

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