When We Were One

I was born to a giant in a small frame

Who roared like a lion but softest she sang

To her babes in the meadow on a hill in the fog

Where she’d dance with the fairies 

And cry to the gods

Now I see how far we’ve come

From the days when we were young

I gave birth to a warrior barely awake

He cried then laid his head for seven days

I meant to hold him as the roots, the river bank

As I’m held by the women

Who I could never thank

Don’t you know our time is spun

Upon the days when we are one

We are all of us made of the same things

Made of dust, and of spirit and of heartache

In our joy and our sorrow 

We’re finding our strength

For the love for tomorrow

And the world we create

Now I know how time is spun 

upon the days when we are one

Máthair

This week

I met my soul.

In the beginning

The air tasted of sweet grass

And strength -

I dug into the core of the earth,

Burned my hands on history,

Every sister and mother dampened my 

parched tongue with drops 

of woman water,

Their sweat and tears cooling my brow,

Their moans and howls 

my meditation.

Last night 

I met my son.

Who broke my heart

And reached my roots 

Into natures womb,

Resting my head

On her bosom

Between pushing.

Gripping her strong branches

That wrapped and held me in return

Before relaxing.

Roars faded to low rumbles

Exposing my own power, of which 

I’ve never known,

And vulnerability splitting my 

core wide open,

Safer than I’ve ever been.

Planted

By the goddess

To be yours.