A Meeting with the Goddess (a poem)

A Meeting with the Goddess

Written March 3rd, 2011

In the dead of the night

While my family sleeps

I am awake and restless

So from the house I creep

Outside beneath the summer moon

I do not care if the neighbors see

The crazy girl barefoot in the yard

Only hours before dawn, pulling herself into a tree

The bark is familiar and rough

Cool on my palm

I ascend into the cradle of its branches

My racing mind suddenly calm

I find a comfortable seat on a wooden arm

To nestle into and bide my time

Hidden behind cascades of leaves

Safe from the world’s harm

I close my eyes

Breathe in deep

Place my hands flat upon the trunk

Into my palm I feel its life seep

A wise and loving spirit

Reaching out to me

Welcoming me without attitude sour

Despite my visit at this late hour

A warm summer breeze

Dances by, gently rocking my cradle

Creating a pleasant lullaby of whispering leaves

A drop of moisture descends

Splashing softly on my cheek

A light rain begins to fall

As the water drizzles down on the world

Filling my ears; I faintly hear her call

Her soul, beautiful and loving

Stern yet gentle

Motherly and generous

Nurturing and soft

Is here with me

Sitting on a branch of the tree

I can feel her deep down inside

Joining me in my moment of peaceful solitude

Her presence is all it takes

To relieve the stresses of the week

I no longer feel so tired and meek

I am at one with myself

I smile and laugh into the sky

Bright and bell-like, a child’s giggle

I hear her hearty laugh in the rain patter

And the warmth of her hand at my cheek

I feel at home

Up here in this tree

Welcoming my visit so late

My face drenched in glorious summer rain

Afraid not of the darkness

With the moon so bright

Afraid not of falling

With the tree holding me tight

This tree; my friend

When at night I can’t sleep

This tree; my connection to her

When I yearn for the great Mother’s company

I feel her here with me

Just as I do when I trod on the grass with bare feet

When I splash through the rushing creek

When my eyes and the infinite night sky meet

The rain is her tears

Shedding life on the world

The wind is her breath

Giving us the energy to go

This tree is her child

In her skin rooted deep

This tree and I are kin

For our Mother is the Goddess, our hearts within

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Written for the rainy summer nights I have spent in the tree in my front yard, spending time shedding my worries from within in me with the Goddess. Blessed be, readers.