Her Voice Is Rain (from Cathedrals)
Supernovas
Form mutiny at daybreak
But they are hushed
As the Sage of all Suns
Whispers their way
She pulls dark energy
From wreckage of night
And the Universe slows
Her footsteps are among
Every constellation
A gown grazes her ankles,
Snagged by Saturn's rings
Her gentle hands comfort the cosmos
Then she kisses its forehead with darkness
Watch her catch a new galaxy
As it slips through its bloody birth
Then she heals the body
Torn
As life rips the sky
She stills the toiling creations
In an arc of unspeakable grace
Slowly a world is rocked
Softly a moon is lulled into orbit
Each equinox is in her eyes
Her voice is rain
God, only God
Knows her name
October, 2008
( a character born of my Cherokee heritage...a midwife of the Creator)
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