A Prayer to the Holy Mothers Illuminate for us what we do not see Resonate through us what we do not hear Reveal to us the sweetness that we do not taste Raise up within us the places we have gone dead Remind us of who we are…
then she sat back in her rocker
with a cup of rose petal and jasmine tea
in the newly created stillness of What Was,
her silver cat, Jupiter curled at her feet.
And she meditated upon What Was To Come.
After 1000 broken vows
We will rise again. I promise.
Surrendering to the mystery
of knowing or not knowing.
Our Lady of Abundant Blessings
Open our hearts to Thy bountiful wisdom
You who bridge the created and uncreated worlds
You who bring spirit into form so beautifully
Move us through our many thought forms that bind
ave you had the experience of the very AIR around you changing, seeming different- both in moments of bliss and pain? Times of miracles and grieving and transformations are moments when the air seems to me compressed and released and anointed with sparkle from On High. I have often wondered, since pain and miracles seem like something we can neither call on nor predict, but can certainly expect to show up -though with no idea when… is there a way to cause or call on the Sparkle from On High as needed? The answer of course is no and yes. Sparkle from on High is grace in its many sorted forms.
Bless us this day with your presence
Show us the way through the hard to see places
Anoint us with the oil for far seeing
Medicine Woman holds tools for healing in her magic basket.
She dances in the moonlight and sings her prayers.
Medicine Woman knows herbs and signs, stars and sums.
She is between maiden and mother, mother and crone.
She wasn’t sure how long it would take
And she didn’t know just where she was going
But she felt she was on the path
Listening for the divine instruction I sit real quiet on the edge of my thought. Trying not to interrupt the possibility that some holy red thread of wisdom might reach through the veils to my own heart. Am I in my own way? The thoughts beckon away from stillness. Am I missing something here?…
Our world longs for healing
I know you hear our tears falling
The polar bear father groans for his children
The butterfly pauses too long on a wayward branch
The wolf mother considers if having cubs is a good idea
The salmon, bewildered swim in circles, aching with eggs
The blue bird of happiness seeks her mate, calling, calling…
The inch worm only attempts a quarter inch this morning
The depressed human, does not want to rise from sleep today