From the fires in the sky,
births a flash of brilliant insight...
spiders down into a fork
of arms and legs.
Quick to intimate in the echoes
of her startled repercussions
when she mumbles rolling rumbles
as the thunder claps a splintered
aftershock of sharp distinctions
in her wide, awakened sky…
“You will hear me cry,
when upon my weary weight of burdens
raze a scar across the scape
of my freshly sheared horizon.”
“Unto you, I shed my sorrows as a blessing
down onto an eager and accepting Earth.”
Awaiting with open arms of a Mother
kneeling to embrace her mournful babe,
drinking hurried tears freshly fallen from
the cheeks once forsaken….
“As reward for your rescue from
my ripped and rattled rapture,
you shall bear the ripened fruit
from the prairies and the vine.”
“Out of the greatest growth
shall sprout abundance from
the heavy laden secrets
that I weep.”
“I will know of the comforts from below
that remain ever vigilant and faithful.
In return, you shall share in the
treasures of my mystery.
In the tears that I cry
live the sustenance for life
and for death…and in both
you will come to know
the Glory of my Story.”
Yet for now we must part
for the time being in return,
we will dance with the darkness,
come to life and rejoice
in the fires from the sky…
*...until appears a lighted lantern
with a lesson of the Gnosis
from the Fire in the Sky.
fun fairy tale to tell....