Aug. 16, 2015

Mother Light

Yonder comes Mother Light,
Decked in bright garments of yellow,
Orange, turquoise, pink and scarlet—
With rays of amber
And a sapphire bonnet—
Bearing all manner of spices, herbs
And baskets full of strength.

Skipping on the wings of dawn,
She calls to her children:
“Arise and come forth;
Come forth my little ones.”

From their slumbering,
Her children awake early
To go forth and meet her.
She gives each one a vessel
To go out and glean whatever
From the fields of today.

In the evening,
They lay their findings at her feet.
As night descends,
She safely tucks them in
For their own good,
And then goes on her way,
Abandoning them to the darkness—
But only for a season—
While their soul is kept in light.

(c) Walterrean Salley