by Jennifer L. Jacoby
The Goddess breathes, offering life. Her inhale, our
Exhale… Her exhale, our inhale… In oxygen
Her gift is revealed, a sacred dance with the trees.
From the pool below flow the waters, rivers of
Rain to nourish the earth. To become, life branches,
Reaching for the light. The universe is a tree.
Birch opens the birthing. Rowan offers sacred
Shelter. Oak gifts strength. Willow flows to the Mother.
Koad reminds that Wisdom is written in the trees.
The grove was our temple, a microcosm of
The world. We danced the turnings of moon, sun and stars.
We dreamt. We loved. At peace we lived amongst the trees.
The river of blood flows, coursing through eons; each
Branch reveals a name, a lifetime in becoming.
I am the last of my kind, the end of this tree.
No beginning and no ending, only ever
Spiraling flow. This is the Way of the Goddess.
Drink in the rain, Chiya; learn to dream from the trees.
Peace and long life… Jennifer