The power of the wise woman
Courses through me.
Calling me.
I find myself wanting to be alone.
The land whispering to me
To gift myself time
To let myself shed
To look back over
My life
Stitched like a patchwork quilt
The faded brilliance
Of what was loved
And what was.
Tracing the path that led me here.
The pulsing of my body
Has slowed down
I am
The vastness of the lake
Frozen over in winter.
I am
The echo in the cave
And the spider in the web.
I think of the old women
Who welcomed me here
One gave me her house
And watches me still.
The other gave me her Goddess
From beyond the veil
I wait to see what the third
Will bring.
- Jenny Wren
