Cosmic Mother
Sometimes I think
Children see all the faces
of the goddess.
As their mothers spin
With the seasons
Walk the wheel
Of their lives.
Now I step out into spring
The sun stirs me
I glow and smile.
Tell me
You don't just believe
in Mother Mary?
Endless giving, endless loving.
She is but one
Of many mothers.
Do your children see
The dark power of the moon?
The vulnerability?
Face pale and wan
Like a priestess,
Prophetess?
Do they see you hug your comforts
To you like a cloak
To warm your bones?
As you journey
Through the long, dark night.
Blessed are the babies
Who sit at the feet of the cosmic mother
As she waxes and wanes
They will know
What it is
To be blood and bone,
Earth and wild
Magic and light.
- Jenny Wren
I Fell Out Of Love With My Mooncup
I talk about the reasons I fell out of love with my moon cup… and how I really feel having nothing inside me helps with rest, healing and emotional release.
The River Flow
It starts slow,
Drop by drop,
Turning
From white to red.
A whisper from the earth
Outside of me
Within me
"I'm here, I'm here"
She knows
I am not ready to let go
Just yet.
I am under the alder tree
Hands on my belly
Staring up at the sky
Feeling the pulse of the earth
And the lifting
Of the veil
Like a piercing in my head.
She sends me
My daughter
We sit in the garden
Us three
Maiden mother
Crone consciousness
Bleeding on the earth
As we sing
Nourishing the flowers
Of our skin
With lavender oil.
"Soften,
Soften,
Daughters.
Let your grief go."
As I start to cry
The river begins to flow.
- Jenny Wren
