Things That I Fear
It's not you great ancient beast
that sets upon me the fear
of the great unknown...
the path of the Mother,
how certain will her travel be?
In our mind
our course is set
even as we pray for other truths.
Shadows trail across your brow,
furrowing deep, dark
veins of uncertainty,
stumbling into that great toothed casm,
the millenium,
we enter our certain destiny...
unknown to us, our future here,
unknown to you, your future here.
What is certain is the season...
the summers will stay
to harvest the growth...
the winters will stay
to nurture new growth.
My hopes matter not,
just a child in my Mother's arms
I skip through the seasons
secure in her future...
is it folly?
Man, do not take that from me...
do not take that from Her,
leave my Mother to her study.
Let her rest in the hope
that her sons, her daughters,
the heirs of destiny and truth
will know the meaning
of eternal peace and regrowth.
As misguided offspring
we destroy all
that is precious,
all that we fear.
Our grace is to honor...
to honor the Mother
to honor the beast.
I fear not the winter
I fear not the beast...
Yup, it's that time again...Hey, Harriet shadow shot time. Check out Tracey's blog for the rest of the shots and come on, takes some shots and join in the fun.
