Tree Prayer after the Dream..
My steadfast Guardian Juniper
offers shelter
for birds
in her prickly
gray green branches.
A slivery star shines
from her core.
She bends, bows, nods
to whirling west winds,
acknowledges dark powers
that would topple
those without deep roots.
Her life -root sinks
into a complex network – a web
of underground support
and clear waters.
Sweet Earth.
Unlike my tree,
my roots
are weak and shallow,
scattered,
running too close
to the Light.
Without
a sturdy root center
to ground me
in dark places
I lose my way,
At least initially…
Women who know
call this Gas – lighting.
When betrayal strikes
blood pours
out of an ancient wound
in my belly. The
serpent rises
in protest of lies.
I cannot blame the dragon,
or the little body
in whose belly
the snake
finds home.
For we are one.
I turn to my beloved tree,
appeal for strength to resist.
She nurtures those
that are vulnerable –
deer included.
I raise my voice to Her
in earnest prayer…
Can She support me?
– Assist me to
heal a deadly wound
that runs
so deep,
hidden in every cell
of a body
I once despised?
