Thursday, March 3, 2022

The Wise Crone in Ukraine

 


 

 “Goddess Rising

This is for the women
Who have walked with hidden shame
Stirring like all is well
Though weighted down in pain.

This is for her Inner Child
Who longs to forget
Her innocence stolen
Body, soul and spirit rent
into pieces- fragments-broken-bent

This is for the Maiden
Longing to belong
-To another -
In hopes
to make right the darkened wrongs
Not realizing-blinded by oozing wounds
Her own innate delicious power
Thick within her womb

This is for the Mother
Breaking eons of fettered chains
For the children she has birthed
Through blood and breaths of change
She calls them Redemption
Regardless of their names

This is for the Crone
Who called her shattered pieces Home
To herself-
To all her luminous bodies
Where she never dared to feel

Making strong her bones
Crushing~ oppressors
With the swaying of her hips
Her hands soaring like doves
Honey dripping from her lips

This is for the Wild Woman
Who traversed the Underground
Leaving her footprints
While taming the Hellhounds.
Like a seed breaking fallow ground
Emerging fruitful garden
No longer bound

By the nightmare of the past
Awakened from the Dream-
Of Separation
SHE. IS.- merging realms between.

This is for the woman, for the Goddess
For me
For you
Rising from our ashes
Making ALL things new~”
Mishi McCoy

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