To the Goddess

Gazing at the moon I feel her: Ancient Mother

Creator of life, nurturer, divine feminine healer
Lover and comforter, soothing peacemaker.

Lightning strikes.

Destroyer! Whore! Biting seductress!
Empassioned seeker of light
Helpless child crying in the night
Caught in a torrent of emotion
Swirling in the endless ocean

Can I love her fully, light and dark?
To love myself takes courage
A strength only she bears
To love myself is to love all women,
all people
And to forgive her just the same.

For we are she, the Goddess
Moon-turned
moon-spun
at times eclipsed
at times brilliantly shining
birthing healing lightbeams
to gift our earth-children
Forever giving with no thought to receive.
We are transmuters and alchemists
turning harsh solar rays
into gently rocking droplets
filtered by love and compassion.

Each day we push, each night we exhale.
And so we give birth to ourselves.