the Maiden with the Raven
knows that those who need to know
have knowledge of
her real name
of her real origin
the significance of her existence
she is the mother of all mothers
the synthesis of good and evil
she is the
woman of all women
she is the being who has seen it all
and who has endured
and survived
and conquered all manner of things
she is there for all mothers
who care to be guided
who need help and support
who struggle to make a
way
facing abandonment and abuse
for those women who
feel the calling
of the path
she is being called
through the trunk of the trees
the petals of the blossoming flowers
the bleating of the
goats
the black pond
the creeks and crevices of the planes
all
will be good
mankind will chose the right path
of no injury and peace
eventually
she has time
there is no hurry
the moment of watching a bee
wake up
from the long winter’s sleep
the days and years go by without much of a second
she wraps her shawls a bit tighter
as the moon comes up
she lights the
fire
the raven nestles into her lap like a cat
the owls are hooting
the
Maiden takes up her place by the fire
closes her eyes
and sits
