![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
helen99This is a poem that was written by someone during an email correspondence - he didn't know he was writing a poem, but when the conversation was complete, it turned out that when I put lines from each of the emails together in one place, they created a wonderful Song of the spirit...
Awaken, by A.
The Mother has been with us in each of our steps...
Let us be as vessels for Her love
and create through Her influences.
One can't mimic Her creations,
But any may be inspired.
May the Mother guide you and Her Light embrace you.
As the sun rules the skies of these days,
Then let us be like the leaves and waters
Which bathe in its warm embrace
And be as the owl who speaks to the stars...
As for understanding what the wood may say to you,
You merely need to listen.
May you hear the forests' low, eternal hum,
And as the seasons change, sing your words to the trees.
So few take the time or know how to any longer.
May the world awaken to the world.
Awaken, by A.
The Mother has been with us in each of our steps...
Let us be as vessels for Her love
and create through Her influences.
One can't mimic Her creations,
But any may be inspired.
May the Mother guide you and Her Light embrace you.
As the sun rules the skies of these days,
Then let us be like the leaves and waters
Which bathe in its warm embrace
And be as the owl who speaks to the stars...
As for understanding what the wood may say to you,
You merely need to listen.
May you hear the forests' low, eternal hum,
And as the seasons change, sing your words to the trees.
So few take the time or know how to any longer.
May the world awaken to the world.