Within my Father's
Endless
RAGE,
I am
Drowning
in a
Sea of
Shame.

I know you're
Here.
I feel you.
But, not in the way
Some
Feel you.
But in the way
Others,
Like myself,
Feel you.

I feel you
In the
Sunset.
In that golden hue
Engulfing me like a
Child's
Summer day.

I feel you
In my smiles to
Strangers.
(A surge of AHA! hits and all is well)

I feel you
In the moonlight -
Especially YOU,
Mother,
Surrounding me with
Your opal
Magick
And reminding me
Of
What's really
Real.

Which is
Her,
Which is
You,
Witch is
Me.

As the setting sun
Fades to twilight,
The day's clouds
Take their
Final
Bow.

Each day
Make friends
With the
Invisible Deity
Known as
Your
Self.

This amazing shell
Is the house
Of my
Truth.
But, it is not
My
Truth.