Ludghnasa 2018

Goddess
She speaks to me in Hubba Bubba Pinks and loud Prince purples
In shimmering yellows and sunset reds
In peacock crystals and the full moon sky
I feel her in the mulberries, the peony
In the slight ruffles of roses
I feel her in the water, the trickling down the slope of my cheek
In the fullness of my breast
I listen to her in the bark of old trees
In the wisdom of a smile
I listen to her in the divots and hills of my lovers body
In the hum of a bumble bee, in their humility
I admire her in the patience of a farmer
In the servitude of a mother
I admire her in the wrath of summer storms,
In the miracle of a child

God
He speaks to me in green peaks of Oak Trees
In the melody of their rustles, the dance with the wind
He speaks to me in the smell of tobacco and gasoline
In wet dirt and cloudless blue sky
In the radiance of a sunrise and sometimes in the smoke that hugs the moon
I feel him in the freedom of a birds wings
In the power of a downpour and rolling thunder
My God
I feel you in thunder
I feel him in the history of tree rings
In the reverence of churches
I listen to him in the sweet nectar of a kiss
In the rhythm of our hips
In the sanctity of that bliss
I listen to him in the subtle symbolism of life
In the wisdom of tears
I admire him in the perspiration of the laborer,
In the sternness of a father
I admire him amongst the throes of war
In the miracle of Death.