Oh, for the second time
I hear Her call my name.
I am longing
for the sight
of soft curves –
rolling hills,
a Beloved Woman
Sleeping,
sheltered under
Emerald Green –
Pine scents the air;
Soft rains keep falling.
I’m coming.
I feel Her Sounding
from a great distance,
a huge Whale rising from
a churning chaotic sea
half way across the country.
This Mountain Mother
calls us. She
whose Body once
rose out of
wild grasses in
our bountiful
berried field.
We’re coming.
She held us then
in a golden circle,
wrapped us in green wonder
blessed us with Summer’s Light.
We felt Love bleeding
through disbelief –
I succumbed to what
I did not know;
Surrendered to a
Birthing under our feet.
I heard Her singing…
Love as pure Being.
We’re coming.
I pray the tough
and tender thread
that Binds us
will hold –
our love for Her,
Her Love for us,
Braided as One.
Once I feared Winter Snows…
Instead an avalanche
buried us alive in desert heat.
The Earth caught Fire.
We mourned.
I couldn’t breathe.
Oh, for the second time
I hear Her call my name…
We’re coming.
My cry echoes…
bouncing off
reptilian stone,
nightmare glare,
hard blue sky.
West winds unhinge me
with unforgiving fury.
Still, She hears me.
We’re coming…
Strengthen the thread,
keep us bound to you
until we touch
sacred ground
lush with greening,
walk reverently
over a bountiful breast
feel your Heart
beat as our own.
We’re coming.
Imagine peepers singing,
croaking wood frogs
at twilight,
purple crocus
seeping through
melting snow!
Our Dreaming creates
a Lizard path to follow.
Stay close to Ground.
We long for Black bears;
their fur- skin warms us.
We see them peering
round Mother Pine
anticipating
friendship and,
joyful offerings.
An overflowing brook
is a symphony
made of water.
She hears our cry.
We’re coming.
Oh Mountain Mother
For the second time
I am that child again…
spun out of blue and green
luminous Star shining
We beg you –
keep us safe,
supported,
on this long
winding soul/body
Journey
Home.
We’re coming…
