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She
I met Her, then, so long ago
Deep in my past, so dark;
On a road, straight and narrow,
In a land barren and stark.
No name had She, who with me walked.
I asked Her none, She offered not.
In comfortable silence, much She talked
My soul, Her unspoken words, - caught
A little girl, bruised and muddy
A little lady, alone and frightened
A blossoming woman, maybe
My load, Her presence, lightened
As we strolled, Time flowed on
Life’s lessons and burdens did greet
In times of trouble, seemed She gone
While I tripped as in Father’s feet
Days to weeks, months to years
My path did twist and turn
When at last my shattered visage clears
For unbroken self to yearn
For soul and spirit, high and low
My broken heart did scour
Found I then, the spiral path,
My feet strayed never an hour.
Many names and faces I did learn
Only to find Her in each one
All come from Her and to Her return
As time and story flow on
And when I paused to glance behind
The earthen path, I pondered
A single pair of dusty prints in line
On the tortuous path I wandered
Up I looked, into love so sweet,
Carried through forest dark and wild,
Goddess’ smile my teary eyes did meet
To her breast, She clasped Her child
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The Air upon my naked skin,
The Mother's kiss does blow.
And in Her mystery it imparts,
What Goddess children know:
With every step through time we take,
With every thought we sow,
Our future's fortunes we do make,
As in Her way we grow.
From Deep in the Earth she calls to me,
Her body dressed in grass, beneath my feet,
Her her memory crystallized in heart of stone.
The Mother knows her own.
Down paths of stone, I follow,
The deosil spiral leads me home;
As to her breast she pulls me, hollow,
To fill me from her wisdom tome.
The soul of the ocean calls me nigh,
Rhythmic waves of cleansing flow,
In Her tears my healing lies,
Though others may fear to go.
Safe in the Cauldron, wet and wild,
My life force is reborn,
From the depths I rise, the Mother's Child,
On my brow, truth's diadem now worn.
In Fire's flames, Her light, now blazing high,
Sets my blood to boil, my heart to beat.
Her flames, my soul will purify,
As self and Spirit meet.
Then in Her lifeblood, passion's flame,
By Her will power driven higher,
Does inscribe my sacred Goddess name,
In my mind, upon her pyre.
Though night is dark, the New Moon be full.
The stars in Spirit shine
As tides of blood and moon do pull.
I am Hers as She is Mine.
My hand She takes, across the veil,
Her footsteps guide my feet,
My soul by wise craft ever hale,
The circle is complete.
Copyright
Illara Silverbeeze Panacea
March 2019
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