Touched By The Goddess
Current mood: contemplative
Birds in flight,
catch my sight.
As I drift into,
dreams of the night.
The veil of shadows,
catches my breath.
I feel like..
I'm on the verge of death.
Creation sings,
of the Goddesses might.
Giving to me,
power of the Night.
As I seek the ,
greatest of illuminations.
Visions so grande,
awesome incantations.
Of sights the vision sends,
into the depths of my soul.
Some how, some way,
the Goddess will make me whole.
At Odin's table,
we laugh and sing.
" Look forth," He said,
" Look to the Tree."
Freya leans forward,
and grabs a flask.
And I ask my Goddess,
" What is thy task?"
With a smile on her lips,
and Odin's Raven's by her side.
" Look forth within yourself,
for the things you can not hide.
And write my child,
for that is what you do.
Do not fear,
I will always guide you."
With a peircing scream,
the Ravens flew.
To the strands of fate,
with golden hues.
Each bird went forth,
and drew a strand.
Brought them back,
to the Goddesses hand.
Holding them out,
she smiles and says, " Choose.
In Valhalla you stand,
with us to guide you, you will not loose.
Your payment to me is thus,
for every black bird you meet.
Say, "Good morning your magesty,
your song is so sweet.
Just take to the sky,
and soon you will be.
Back to your world,
upon the Tree."
Written By: Ruth Anna Brown-Weems
Copy Right, All Rights Reserved October 23, 2006
