Ever sat under a full moon
at a time you want to take your last breath?
To the Divine Mother you say
"Allow me to inhale your magic
with reverence as I gaze at
your sphere of Cosmic Selenite.
It charges my heart beam and cleanses my spirit.
A Celtic cross outlines your magnificence.
A golden glow encases your greatness.
When I sit within your embrace
I feel safe, loved and seen.
I exhale knowing I'll have an illuminated
face to hold forever."
Stillness settles in succumbing to her silver embrace.