Saturday, February 12, 2005

VIRGIN, a poem to the youthful goddesss

- warrior of the spirit,
urging me on
calling forth my green shoots
singing them out of the darkness.
in love with this new life
no-one can distract you.
Yet you do not curse the darkness
you know it and trust it.

After the storm, the tempest, the destruction,
in the compost,
Is there a will to live?
something to grow?
From whence will come the mighty forest?
Where does it begin?

Artemis, great Virgin Goddess
of the hibernating bear who wakes in the Spring
of the deer whose antlers regrow so fast

Protect our spirits, our will to life
tend the Flame within us.

© Glenys Livingstone February 1995


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