Post by frances on Jan 16, 2015 23:40:52 GMT
My soul is lost
she weeps for home.
Oh Great Spirit
hold my hand.
My inner man weeps tears of blood;
his sacrifice bares my heart.
My body swells with the tides of the moon,
the feminine rhythm of constant change.
When will the agony of the cross come to an end?
Oh Panaghia Zoodoxou Pigi, Fountain of Life,
nurturer of the earth,
cradle this longing body,
soothe the waters within.
My commitment to the journey never falters,
though the light flickers perilously.
The pain of the earth, is mine.
The sorrows of the feminine and masculine
are mine.
This faltering ego weakens with the load,
yet.....I re-affirm my love for a flower,
a pine needle, a small bird.
tread lightly upon my soul,
cradle it gently within
your loving hands.
Day by day, moment by moment,
breath by breath,
this pilgrim marches on
to the end. unedited FG