Each day is a new one
Made special by me.
I breathe deeper, dream harder, look closer.
It’s all here right now,
All that I need or want it to
be.
I’ve no time for playing
Earth Mother, Hecate or Crone.
I’ve found out the mystery—
My wise woman’s alive
Every minute inside me.
I practice a hundred frugalities
I eat my toast without jam
I shut off each light I’m not using
I try to live small as I can.
But, music keeps playing inside me
My mind sings a million new tunes
My-self is a universe unfolding
I’m a river that will not be damned
I run into mornings with laughter
Little Goddesses dance on my windowsills.
Perchance a bleak future awaits me
Living does take what it can
and
Death may be an added adventure
Yet, to living I answer
I am!!!!!
Woman who
was wise
Was new
Was first
Was equal
Walked tall
Who would not stay
When once or maybe twice
She wished to mount and
Ride on top
Wild and free
But was denied
Put no claim on the holy,
For we are as vulnerable as the field mice
Playing among the tall grasses
Hiding beneath the strawberry vines
For God roars in with the morning,
Spilling the new day’s pain over his shoulder
And all we can do
Is all we have ever done.
Open ourselves to the light
When it comes;
Let light enter us
Until we become the Flame
the Burning Bush