In the middle
by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker
I am in the middle
no fool nor sage
I am in the Middle
not maid nor crone
but in the middle
I am in the middle
the middle is not a bad place to be
knowledge enough to recognize the pitfalls
young enough to try again
wise enough to hold my tongue fool enough to question all
confident in kudos earned but ..curious enough to open the next door
Church bred before birth and convent led
unquestioning... obedient... and blind
but then there WERE questions it was that time of life
no longer church obedient to those found me sinful and inferior from birth
No longer blinded by myth and tradition
I started empty knowing only ... what I did not know
I studied many ways very odd to me
many embraced me some did not
I vowed never to be blind again
so my questions fell in a torrent and
I did not find a home
but then there was a storm...that felled the city ... hard
a conversation ... begun in boredom to talk the storm away
The stranger spoke softly and smiled often
and her tale was full of laughter grace and light
And she answered every question with no reserve at all
She spoke of history of equality of the divine
But there was no rhetoric no temples
but how ?
we spoke till the storm had passed and sun risen
But I was careful fearful for my freedom
I had just begun to question not willing to follow blindly again
so I began not with dogma but the science
the things that cannot change A+ B =C forever beyond time so began years study..and questioned everything
teachers... followers ... and read... everything
and then... there was another storm one life changing
there was a .. teacher near her end waiting for me
and we spoke 3 years this time... and I chose
we spoke of the divine and absurd..
through life and dreams to death
So Coven Schooled and Solitary practiced.. I am
I am now in the middle again
Middle of life .. middle of teaching ...middle of study
Not wise nor a fool not babe nor wizened crone
in the middle
my shadow falls now with equal weight
on cradle handle and tombstone grey
and I have chosen
..The Feminine Divine ... The Moon ... THE LADY
Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker @2012
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
In the middle
by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker
I am in the middle
no fool nor sage
I am in the Middle
not maid nor crone
but in the middle
I am in the middle
the middle is not a bad place to be
knowledge enough to recognize the pitfalls
young enough to try again
wise enough to hold my tongue fool enough to question all
confident in kudos earned but ..curious enough to open the next door
Church bred before birth and convent led
unquestioning... obedient... and blind
but then there WERE questions it was that time of life
no longer church obedient to those found me sinful and inferior from birth
No longer blinded by myth and tradition
I started empty knowing only ... what I did not know
I studied many ways very odd to me
many embraced me some did not
I vowed never to be blind again
so my questions fell in a torrent and
I did not find a home
but then there was a storm...that felled the city ... hard
a conversation ... begun in boredom to talk the storm away
The stranger spoke softly and smiled often
and her tale was full of laughter grace and light
And she answered every question with no reserve at all
She spoke of history of equality of the divine
But there was no rhetoric no temples
but how ?
we spoke till the storm had passed and sun risen
But I was careful fearful for my freedom
I had just begun to question not willing to follow blindly again
so I began not with dogma but the science
the things that cannot change A+ B =C forever beyond time so began years study..and questioned everything
teachers... followers ... and read... everything
and then... there was another storm one life changing
there was a .. teacher near her end waiting for me
and we spoke 3 years this time... and I chose
we spoke of the divine and absurd..
through life and dreams to death
So Coven Schooled and Solitary practiced.. I am
I am now in the middle again
Middle of life .. middle of teaching ...middle of study
Not wise nor a fool not babe nor wizened crone
in the middle
my shadow falls now with equal weight
on cradle handle and tombstone grey
and I have chosen
..The Feminine Divine ... The Moon ... THE LADY
Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker @2012
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