She Who Watches, Waits
She who watches, waits upon
the dreaming rock and drinks
the panorama cast before;
she who waits, watches for
the setting sun and ponders at
the well of night forever more.
Guardian of the soil and air,
the fire hearth and waters
quilted upon the earth;
sister to the moon and stars,
solemn in maternity
for beloved lost in birth.
Mother of the children ghosts
who tramp the green fields
orphan cursed, decreed alone;
her silence calls them unto her
so she may harvest in their souls
and bring them home.
She who waits, watches for
the surrogates to rise instead
of those she was denied;
she who watches, waits for
all who lose their way,
a haven until judgement day
to shelter and abide.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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