Wednesday, 27 January 2016

The Maiden with the Raven

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 things will come to the right place
all will be good
mankind will chose the right path 
of no injury and peace

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 

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