| Divine 02 Shawna L. Religion Based I act like thee amidst, I see thee in my sleep. I crave, I need, I hunger, To reminisce� I am like stone, Which donoth move. Shelter, within the storm, Once again, resurrected, Reborn. I am of plenty, See me in my golden dawn. I am but forever changing, From day to night. Arranging to fit your life. Thousands upon thousands of years ago, We have all but died, and live again. Another chance to comprehend our souls. But I am the young, the maiden, and thy crone, I bear the on my shoulders and I still I roam. Through futures unimaginable, No beauty can yet I find- I crawl helpless on the floor, Missing my Divine. Come back to me, I call thee, I beckon, I summon thee: To be once again in the hands, Of Earth Loving-Mother, And let myself suffer for my crimes, But bathed in the hands of thy mother, Goddess, Divine. Back |