Melding the Myriad Places

The world writhes in pain

From loss of love

Where is the Mother?

I am She, I say

No more grabbing my innards

Forcing my ears to listen

I need to move and dance

The flow of muscle on bone

The belly in jolly motion

No more weaving shawls of grief from past miseries

I will delight instead

In constructing a flowing garment to catch the wind.

Sewing this Quilt of Grace

From which to ride the currents

Catching every mermaid on my wings

I will no longer wear the veil of tears

Laden with the sweat of conflict and filth 

Draping instead my body ~

~On Earth’s body

Pouring out the ambrosia from my heart

Oh, my larger Heart

Bring us All together

I am too tired to struggle more