Ndimyon
and the Goddess : Priest
By : Jericah Helios
They
worship you. They bow before your altar, prostrate themselves upon the filthy
floor. All in respect…no, AWE of you. Awe of the power that you supposedly
have.
(Goddess,
moon, Moon Goddess, Goddess of the Moon. )
You
can see all of this.
I
can see all of this. Of course I will, I lead them all.
High
Priest of the Moon.
(On and on again.)
(Your
servant. Your offering. Your medium. Your priest. Yours.)
“Give
this as an offering!”
Nod
mutely. Eyes cold on the simpering fool.
“Priest!”
Bag of coins placed on my hands. “Do not forget my intentions”
I
nod again.
Outside,
I can see dusk finally falling and in that unspoken signal, I turn away from
the lot and make my silent way into the temple. I can hear the soft whisper of
my robes against the ebony floor. They approach but stop at the ivory pillar
that marks the boundary of their world and yours. I turn and look at them.
(Ivory
on ebony. Ebony on ivory. White bone moon on black pitch night. Silky black
hair on gossamer skin laced with sweat droplets.)
“The
night comes” my voice comes out rusty, unused. “The Goddess will watch over you
while I make the offering you have told me to make.” I nod. They had fallen
silent when I spoke.
(This
is not the power I wish to wield. Not over them. Not them. You. Goddess, moon,
Moon Goddess, Goddess of the Moon, my moon, my Goddess)
“Leave.”
I raise my arms out in benediction. “The Blessing of the Goddess shines upon
you all!”
As
if my words were the cue, the moon sprang out from behind a cloud.
I
turn and walk slowly into the temple, forcing a slow, respectful walk. Heavy
with meaning.
(That
I would rush inside, like a child to it’s presents. Like a child from the cold
dark night to the light within)
They
do not follow.
(Warmer
within)
Of
course. I am the priest.
High
priest.
(Quieter
within)
Ndimyon.
Ndimyon.
(Within)
Beloved
of the Moon.
(Within
you)
à à à Service