Peacock Dreams

Imbolc

yezida

2/2/07 09:57 am

Bright Brigid's Voice

Flame, cupped by a hand in darkness.
"Gaze into the well, my children.
What will you see?"
A voice from long ago rises
Through the night's dark, lonely vigil.
The flickering of lives moves out
Across the water.
Shadow and strange glimmering,
Possibility and ways against decided.
The future lies...

In a breath. A strengthening of spine.
Touched by the Gods, or your own way paved?
Shoulders shrug, you are a tool, in gladness serving:
Till a field, teach a child, ladle soup, build a world.
Fire and water. Earth and air.
Life your forge, and spirit wrought you.
As you are, what will you be?
Anvil and blow, melt and harden.
Years have formed you, seeking soul shape.
What destiny shall wield a life?
What life shall steer a fate?


T. Thorn Coyle
Imbolc, 2007

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• jenyatb

  2/2/07 06:40 pm (UTC)

  

  wonderful. i love your words.
  
  

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• morrigandaughtr

  2/2/07 06:51 pm (UTC)

  

  Beautiful. Cuts right to the heart of things -- or at least my things. :-)

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• thank you, Sister!

  votum_succendo

  2/2/07 07:12 pm (UTC)

  

  once again, you inspire :-)

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  • Re: thank you, Sister!

    yezida

    2/2/07 07:20 pm (UTC)

    

    Wowowowow! That is a grand poem!!!
    
    

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• eldaradan

  2/2/07 08:16 pm (UTC)

  

  I feel like the only thing I can really do here is quote a friend:
  
  "Dude, I fuckin' love you."

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• nightqueen13

  2/4/07 10:03 am (UTC)

  

  Deeply beautiful!!

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• vogelbeere

  2/6/07 09:28 am (UTC)

  

  I like it. Thanks for your comment on mine.

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• femmahaze

  2/6/07 05:14 pm (UTC)

  

  A little girl told me she had a penis yesterday while I was changing her. She is powerfully smart, so I explained that she actually has a clitoris, but couldn't finish my anatomy lesson because she insisted that she did so have a penis.
  
  I smiled, thought of one of your recent posts and said, "You sure do."
  
  She smiled at me the rest of the day. And didn't call me a marmot once after that.
  
  Our future is brighter than we dare hope when I look at these children, still taking shape.
  
  Blessings and thanks from the San Juans.
  
  
  

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