A Wish

It is simple. 

When I am among the stars.

I see time; fold and weave.

I understand how imprints are made.

I see the relation of Source to you, and possibility.

Yet…

the hope of myself is distant,

when I leave my love to wait in ideas that never become words to share.

Instead -  I float in the water.

Instead - I hide in the silence of air that takes away pain and transmutes it to void.

Potential sparkles like the stars.

“Lead as you were born to do” flickers in the cosmos. 

Witch - these gifts are yours,

to bend time,

to help heal through nature and circle and our one mother.

Witch - gather the tools you have scattered and lean.

Lean toward your truth.

With eyes closed, listen, the tale is sung in the susurrous,

like waves, it crashes to and from the sea.

When You rise for You,

You rise for She,

You rise for We.

Few fear fire, sisters.

But..there are trees that steadfastly burn, so the forest can start again. 

Let your power boil from the cauldron of your womb, and rise, rise into the ether.

Let the mist of feminine power be a salve.

So Mote It Be

This poem was written during an “off leash writing” class with Tanya Shaffer. The writing prompt was a poem by Mary Oliver “When I Am Among The Trees”