Webs of Woven Words, Threads, Stitches and Enchantments

Friday, February 28, 2014

Charge of the Dark Goddess

Charge of the Dark Goddess
by E. A. Kaufman 

She is stillness and silence.
Her voice older than time, yet young and sweet.
She is knowledge of the ages and Mother of Rebirth.
She is the heart at its deepest core,
and desire and need.
She is the the Dark Lady, the Dark Goddess, 
the Darkest Mother of the Seed. 
She is who we long for, never truly understanding,
Yet full to overflowing with need and fear all at once.
Listen to Her speak, hear Her words,
Let them seep into you like the night, 
The night that spills and stains the day.

I am the darkness and shadow beneath the night sky.
I am the absence of awareness in your deepest sleep. 
I am the Ending and the Beginning, 
the decay that feeds and enriches. 
I am the endless cave, the hidden hollow, the moon unseen.
I am all that is hidden, dark, and deep. 
Yet, I am the key, the torch, the lost dream remembered. 
Come, be with Me on the night of the Dark Moon.
 Walk with Me along the Ghost Roads, 
Know that which is seen, See that which is unseen. 
Face your fears and know that you are not alone. 
Walk to me through the blackest night,  
to the center of My Mysteries, 
 I will hold the torch and light your path. 
Find your way to Me through those fears, 
and yours will be the understanding of My Mysteries. 
Think of Me and know that I am the shadow at your back. 
And at the time that is proper and right,
When you have accomplished the tasks I have set for you,
Then shall we meet at the Crossroads betwixt and between,
and then, shall we begin again.

copyright E A Kaufman, 2014

Blessings dark and deep!

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Goddess Psalm 109


Tears wash me as they spill from Her eyes.
Breezes waft scent over me from Her blossoming meadow.
The Earth supports me when my feet touch Her skin.
Leaves on Her branches whisper Her name in my ear.
Stones in my pathway direct me to Her.
The nectar in Her blossoms nourishes my spirit.
Rings in Her trees count ages of living.
Feathers from Her birds drift earthward around me.
Gardens erupt wherever She walks;
Clouds above obscure my blunders.
Moss on Her soil softens my steps;
Oil from Her center anoints me.
Plants in Her garden feed me;
Hair from Her beasts weaves clothes for me.
Waves in Her ocean dance for me.

Patricia Della-Piana
Psalm 109
The Goddess Book of Psalms
(available at Amazon - click here)

This is a very favorite goddess prayer from a favorite book. When I speak this psalm, it touches me deep in my heart's core. I can feel the breezes, hear the whispers of branches, feel the moss beneath my feet. But most of all, I am utterly connected to the goddesses and know, beyond doubt, that They are there, speaking to me with every bit of the Mother's body, the Earth. All things are signs, messages that They send. 

There is a place I pass regularly, a parking lot, and from the cracks in the pavement, and even the cement parking bumpers, wild flowers grow. They strive upwards in abundance and I look at them and think, how wonderful is Mama Earth that even here She shows Her beauty. I make offerings right over the parking bumpers; I give the flowers water; I scatter seeds for the birds and ducks. Even this place, paved over, is Her sacred space. Indeed, gardens erupt wherever She walks.

Blessings nine!