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A Powerful, but Nurturing Force
Our Mother Earth,
Wise Woman,
An ancient benevolent Sage,
The Goddess of knowing,
And Ruler of the dragon fire,
Sower of seasons,
And Weaver of shadows,
The Warrior of logic and reason,
She, who brings us night and day,
The sun's warmth and healing rays,
Lights the sky, with moon and stars,
Entertains with clouds, wind, snow and rain.
Clothed in colours of a rainbow,
And every shade between,
A sentient, witness to all that happens,
She sees havoc and ruin, wrought by man,
Without thought or care,
The suffering, of her animal friends,
Both, great and small, and the rape of the land,
Grieve her greatly,
And every now and then,
She cries out in her anguish and in her pain,
When will they learn?
Must I punish once again!
When it all gets too much,
Her wrath, a powerful force, breaks free,
She tears, rips and rends, asunder,
The land, beneath our feet,
Erupts in surging, boiling rage, Destroying all in her way,
An ancient Goddess, dragon of fire,
With fiery fingers of molten lava,
Breathes, and belches, searing gusts,
Of red hot, choking ash,
Into the atmosphere,
Such is her strength and potency.
Sometimes, she scoops the waters,
From an ocean great,
Whirls and spins with angry hands,
A towering, turbulent swelling wave,
She heaves, this surging mass,
Of foaming seas, a, tsunami,
Exploding, in a deafening roar,
Engulfing all, in her path, she swallows,
And overwhelms with a deadly embrace,
Thus it is, that landfalls, and all life thereon,
Ships, and other seagoing craft,
Come to know an awesome power,
That few survive.
In her form of Warrior,
She sends, the wild and blustery winds,
Brings weather wet and stormy days,
She carries a shield of thunder black,
Which rings with a deep resounding clap,
Her spear is lightning's arc,
That flashes overhead,
And at times she floods the lands,
Destroys crops and homes,
Challenges with drought, and fire,
And dries up water beds.
This tempestuous anger, is a Mother's lesson,
A visitation, a reprimand, from the Goddess,
Disturbing, in her ferocity,
When calm and peace returns,
She watches over us as,
United, and collectively,
We work, to heal and repair,
With dogged tenacity.
Even when the distress and despair,
Threatens to overwhelm,
We continue on,
She nods her approval,
When we succor all in need,
Giving comfort and compassionate care,
And attempt to mend and soothe her injuries,
She knows the human capacity,
That given time, they will succeed.
She smiles in her wisdom,
She wants us to know,
These times are not sent in spite,
But for our understanding and our spiritual growth,
The great Mother, wants our respect,
We must always nourish and nurture,
Paying homage to our planet,
She admonishes, do not destroy needlessly,
Honour all that dwells here.
For, all that is animate, whether it be,
Three, flower, creature, or humanity,
Have the right of natural law,
That of life and her protection,
She gives this haven freely,
And asks, that in return,
We provide a place of continuity,
That all existence, may live,
In peace and balanced harmony. |
