Posted by Pollavon on June 30, 2002 at 23:56:26:
The Holy Mother speaks to Her child at the threshold
Child, you are shooting star propelled
I love you, little star-flake,
Do not weep to leave the bosom of God,
for there is a god on earth where I am sending you,
and he will be your father.
Do not cling to my robe, little one,
for these swirls of my robe are the nebulae
You will see in the heavens there.
You tear my heart with your longing eyes, my child,
but look, I am coming with you:
there is a daughter of mine on earth,
and she will be your mother.
Even now the Temple you see about you
Is her womb.
Do not fear to leave the Land of Light.
I would not send you into darkness,
but in their hearts where I send you
the sun of your homeland burns.
They will know who you are
for they know each other.
Even the smallness you have taken on
they will love,
the flailing limbs, the eyes
that do not see, the leaves of the moon
that fold about the sun.
They will hear your heart inside your cry.
They will see the wings of light, my wings,
that enfold you all your life.
Even now, they love you.
They know, as we do,
that in all births
is the one Child who is born.
Go now, little child.
In the eyes of your mother find me again,
in your father's heart find me.
Do not be afraid to put on this tiny disguise.
How could they fail to recognize you,
you who said to them
I was hungry and you gave me food,
I was thirsty and you gave me drink,
I was a stranger and you took me in,
naked and you clothed me, I was sick
and you cared for me, I was in prison
and you came unto me.
So go to them, vast and ancient soul,
go to them now.
They are also waiting to be born.
- © Liana Herbertson