Make ARES Proud...

Their song smells of steel toed boots
and tastes of gunpowder.
I watch as they bake the dove with rosemary and thyme, 
and serve the lamb with mint.

They laugh and joke.
None can hear the children scream...

With a smile, that would make Ares proud,
they talk of blood and death as the wine is served.
Such clean hands have those who touch nothing...

It is a game you see.
The pawns move and move and move,
then die...
But the gold pours in all red and sticky.

The wolves gather to the feast.
Cheered by the sheep who pay to see the spectacle.
And to the music of bombing and the firing of guns,
dessert is served cold...

I Hear Them Not...

The bell was ringing once again.
Cutting in its tone and taste.
Sounding out to all and none, saying:
"Listen, listen, listen..."

Other sounds play off the tempo of the ringing.
City noise...
Autos and horns...
Birds singing along with the night...
Saying:
"Listen, listen, listen..."

I stand freezing, alone.
The bells call but I heed them not.
I am beyond hearing.
Beyond listening...

These noises move and taste of yesterday.
They sound of emptiness and cold.
The bells ring and ring...
Calling.
Demanding I be something I am not, saying:
"Listen, listen, listen"

I hear them not...

A HYMN TO SOPHIA

Oh Blessed Sophia

Glorious Mother of the heavens

We call to you

Regina!

Holy, Holy, Holy

 Warrior, Provider, Protector

From You we come

and to You that we return.

Keeper of endless compassion

to you we pray.

Oh Blessed Sophia

Merciful Lady of wisdom

We call to You

Goddess!

Holy, Holy, Holy

Blessed, Growing, Divine

Endless giver of Life and Love

Amazing Woman

True and Mighty Nurturer 

To You we pray.

We call to You...

As the dawn rises

We sing your praise

Oh mighty Life Giver

Mother of many and all

We call to You...

Under noon day sun

We sing your Passion.

Oh, Holy Goddess of Light

and all knowing Wisdom Speaker

We call to You...

As the twilight settles

We sing your Joy

Oh living sacrifice, Sister Christ

Keeper of the Mysteries

We call to You...

Under midnight bright moon

We sing your sadness

Oh blessed star keeper

Blessed Queen of heaven

Oh Blessed Sophia

Mighty giver of Life and Love

We call to You

Lady!

Holy, Holy, Holy

Truth, Eternal, Trust

Your children call to You

to share your Love

To You we pray.

Oh Blessed Sophia

Here at the end of all

We call to You

Queen!

Holy, Holy, Holy

Maiden, Mother, Crone

You are our beginning, center,

and our end

To You we pray.

Amen and Blessed Be!

Well There It Is...

Drawn, as I am to this...

Standing still but falling is just the emotion I crave.
Skipping into yesterday and making it more.
The losing of heart.
The finding of friend.
Doubling down on what might be....

Damn, how do I explain?

I want bright moons of more then one.
Emptiness that is filled with gem stones.
Lonelyness touched with sweat.
Lighting that I can handle and put into a jar...

Well there it is.
My wants and wishes...

And still I have no idea of what it is I am doing...

For HOPE...

Fiercely...
It comes in like tidal waves.
This feeling of change.
Happiness steps forward and slaps me across the face.

(Sometimes its the only way to get my attention!)

Joy stands behind waiting to punch me in the eye...
Yes, sometimes I just don't get it.
Being subtle with me never really works.

I have never been known for my ability to scoop up Hope.
Yet there she stands...
Waiting for me to turn and embrace her.
Shaking her head, she finally just comes to me.

(Like I said, I am not really good at this!)

Feeling yet unworthy of my good fortune.
I force myself to stand still long enough for Hope to lay hold of me.
She grabs me and we at last embrace...

I see forward, and strangely the view is bright.
And Hope hands me my shades and takes me by the hand.
She steps forward into the light pulling me along...

And then,
at last,
I smile...

This I am!

They told me no.
But I said YES!

I have so little of myself left, that I fear to share...

But yet...
Share, I will with you.

Hope is all I have left as I watch the Sun rise.
If I wish to breathe.
I have to believe that Love is real!
That the dream comes true!

Fragile...
This I am.

Broken as I am.
But whole to the wishing that joy is there.
That even in the dark, that light still shines.
That in silence, I can hear the music...

Oh Gods, the risk..................
Pain, so sharp and touching.
Fear, so fresh and bright.
Tears, and there they flow....

And there it is.
This longing for that which I want so badly...
I can't step away from danger.
What if this truly the time?

So, once again I will trust in Love.
And with a smile and tears take what comes...

This I am!

Reflected Light...

Stopped by the sight of it, She rises and dances the sky with blue light.
At first just a sliver of silver.
But how quickly She grows from behind the mountains...

I hear Her laugh and feel Her call.
Standing still, my soul lifts to join in this nightly dance of blues and silvers.
It is in Her arms that at last I feel the sun.
Her joy is made my own...

This is more then lust...
This is more then love...
Rising into reflected light of She who knows my soul.

Sharing, as She does.
Dancing, as She does...

The magic of this moment is the healing that comes.
I have no explanation for this.
But the tears that show as my soul dances, tell me truths.
I have pain wrapped tightly in joy.
And She shows me how to live with both...

Fully risen, She lights the sky.
Earthbound, as I am...
In this sharing, Her and I dance to lighten my heart.
And at last something deep within rises and becomes more then it was.