Birth Pains

In my dying times

I curl in upon myself

brittle becomes my flesh

my muscles, my bones

ache though I do

with the rot of it

still I seek to protect

possible newborn prospect

deep within the skeletal remains

of what once I was

Sharon Brodbeck 7.20.21

Into the Mystic

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Ode to Great Mother

I will cling to this Earth

as all of miscreation crumbles around me

and She shall cleave to me

and gratitude shall flow from my lips,

to be captured within Her rhythmically beating Heart,

in great thanks of sanctuary accepted

from One as Divine as She

As She and I entwine I breathe of Her

her fragrance one of dew, and moss

and decay and Life

And I Rest

I rest knowing that whilst

the Planets above us court new partners

and Stars pirouette in spaces ere unknown

and Chaos reigns as Ballerino this day

a new day filled with new sky

shall surely break upon tumultuous horizon

sweeping aside afore clashing storms of ere begotten ways

and a brilliant Moon shall find placement aside

her loving Partner’s golden warmth

and I shall reemerge

from space of nurtured and protective containment

yet still shall I find myself entwined

as though fed through newborn cord

to my ever attentive Earth Mother

and I shall honor her in All Manners and Ways

Always

and ne’er again shall I doubt Her Love of me

For from Her I was born and to Her I will return

Time and again, as long as Earth is to be home

To this Soul of Mine

Sharon Brodbeck 6.21.22

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