Wild Goddess Prayers
The Goddess invokes a life-sprouting spell.
“Let there be light.”
The daffodils answer like delicate, unfolding suns,
warmed and held in Her body of soil. These cycles of being,
Her rays grace our features−the cradle of winter behind us.
There is only light and moonlight.
Moonflowers silvered with dawn.
The gorgeous rise−all citrus and rose,
She blushes our skin with Her infinite heartbeat,
Her divine, sacred growth−dark roots spreading
to muscle and vein, and skin, and stems.
Cycles of sunlight, cycles like heartbeats, like breath.
Returned are the songs of robins in motion,
their forever circles of fledgling care.
The Goddess holds them and you, my dear friend−
Her petals unfold in your honeybee heart.
We are growing again−hungry branches drenched in sun,
leaves unfurling−vital and fresh.
All this love to feed the world−to know the world.
The Goddess knows us because She is woven
in our mossy hearts, our springs of glory,
our trials and love,
always Her Love in how we hold ourselves,
like fresh-stemmed, delicate daffodils,
like cherished gifts, like rainbows after
Spring-fed rain, like worm-dug tunnels,
ever-rich and rising.
The Star-Flower Goddess brings courage.
Awaken! Revealed. Remembered. Spring-lit.
Bold as sunflowers, we drink the rain−
drops of Her love on our tongues.
These are her spells,
these wild Goddess prayers.
© Angela Bigler 2024
