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VxPoem ID: 33697
Category:
pagan_spirituality
Posted: July 21st. 2008 3:24:42 PM
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She Believes
by GreenRain
Age Group: Adult
Like looking into the sun without burning her eyes, she sees the white of the radiance surrounding her every move. The poise of the wind in each calculated movement, she dances.
It is shadowy with only moonlight, but again, she sees a light. It emanates from the trees, sweeps up from the grass, warming her core yet cooling her skin. On the breeze is carried a murmur, a faded yet screaming testament that all is linked. All breathes the same guided-by-Divine breath; all beats the same heartbeat.
From inside the circle, she gazes at the blanketing stars, framed by the reaches of the treetops. Knowing from how far away those stars’ lights escape, she still grasps the nearness she senses from the nearby moon is none other than Spirit. No more, no less.
Her arms outstretch to the Heavens. While she doesn’t move, the fire of the celestial glow moves into her soul. A softness calls to her, and she is loved.
She starts to cry, every ounce of a shattered psyche falling from her eyes. Still she smiles, feeling the arms of Heaven folding tenderly around her, healing the ache and reminding her she is alive.
In the humidity of the dark hour, she feels the Goddess wipe away her tears.
Years of being told she was wrong, lifetime-long challenges to her reality, are brushed aside instantaneously. The truth carries towards her, alit like a wintry inferno in the air, surging through her bare feet on the earth like an electric current.
She feels herself pleasantly fade into the sway of angelic voices; she is the only one that hears their comforting song, yet she knows that all those she has ever known, met, loved, or has yet to meet can hear it, too. All they have to do: listen.
Her body shudders to the atmosphere, arms still embracing the moon. Her face lifts, the fire in her heart ablaze with delight at having found this place, this instant in time.
Like a lover re-meeting its affection after years of separation, she embraces the Divine. The analogy is accurate; on birth, she knew God and Goddess but sadly grew into forgetting.
Now she has awakened from the amnesia of her years’ despair, alive with the bliss of being in the long-forgotten arms of Heaven, she can not help but tremble with an effervescent excitement.
The tears of pain change into those of joy.
Her unseen dance partners guide her through the steps: never choreographed, never planned. To the outside eye, her movements lack both coordination and recognizable form—but the outside eyes matter not.
Prayers, like song, flow from her lips: thanks and praise for this chance for life, for showing her how to survive, heal, and live.
All around her now is Heaven. Gladly she gives herself to Spirit’s command, as a child, student, lover, and friend. She never before realized: the desire to search for a God was merely to recognize that the right of a balanced Spirit, male and female, hot and cold, everlasting and ever-loving, was there all along.
Her childhood suspicions of a wrathful God are eased when the Lady takes her by the hand to Her Consort. Both have always been, and now that her eyes have opened to them…
Ah, she wonders if she is allowed to look upon them. For all her years of child Sunday school, she was taught of a God more like a master. Do not look Him in the eye, ye who art unworthy.
God lifts her face to His. Why create a child who is ashamed to look at her parents? She, like her brothers and sisters, is a creation of Divine love, born of celestial balance mixed with a dash of chemistry. The leaves of trees and the petals of flowers do not fear to turn their eyes to the sky. The bird is not afraid to embrace the clouds.
She is alive. She is loved. All things are equal, connected and balanced, in the end of beginnings, in the rebirth from death.
Though the circle now opens, never is it broken. What she’s seen, never shall she forget. The merry met, though merry part, always merry meet again.
And she will never fear to gaze up at the heavens again. She believes, with all she is.
Author's Notes: Okay, so it's kind of a short story, a replay of a moment in time. Feel free to mentally change she into he for your imagination.
I would have posted this as a little essay tale, I think, if it had more words... but it doesn't and I don't want to change it, so... here you go.
Author's Location: Sedalia, Missouri
More Poems: GreenRain has posted 2 additional poems- View them?
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