she gathers the trails of shooting stars
and spins them with her ancient hands
their fiery filaments are warp she will weave
with weft that is spun by threads
gathered from the flow of rivers and streams
and the lines left by the wind in the rippling fields and forests
her loom is the land
and the movement of her shuttle can be seen
in the ebb and flow of the tides
and the shifting shadows of the sun
as it moves across the hills and valleys
she is weaving an elemental blanket
of wildfire and flood, earthquake and tsunami
to cover a world gone mad
where the old gods have been lost
and there are no gentle goddesses left
to bless the homeless
and the hostages
and the tiny souls
of children buried
in the rubble of their homes
May these words bring truth
and healing through open hands and hearts.
And then, let it flow back into our Mother Earth
for the love of all her beings.
With gratitude to Paige Cousineau (also beloved) for her suggestions.
Discover more from Diane Perazzo
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.
So poignant and painful 💔
What starts with beautiful imagery… again… and ends with poignant, bitter tragedy! Goddess help us! Thank you for your words, sistah.
Achingly beautiful, Diane. Janice
Thanks Janice! This is such a hard time . . . xo
Indeed, but dear friends like you will help us all get through it. Janice
Powerful, as always
Thank you Judith! xoxoxo
So potent, heartfelt and heart breaking. Thank you for your words.
Thank YOU dear Sophia. xoxo
Beautiful Diane! Indeed I wish we could do something about the world gone mad.
Iva