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Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Child Of The Crescent Moon


The doctor thought he himself had chosen her birthday 
After all, he did it all the time , at his convenience
Self important, his Christmas vacation at hand
Check off this birth, so he could get on the road 
But truly he was a pawn, a puzzle piece 

Someone in charge of The Rules 
Thought it was fitting 
Perhaps even funny or ironic 
To try and block the moon’s energy
From one of Sariel’s line

Except, as an agent of The Must Be
He couldn’t even allow himself the dry laughter
So, the Sunflowers laughed at his folly 
And those under the earth rolled their eyes 
Incredulous that he thought his plan could work 
She and those like her were HERE
Because that assumption was untrue  
Creation will NOT be placed into a box 
Always, endless options will push through
Like bulbs in the spring

The child, born on the sliver of the Crescent Moon 
Did not turn out too weak to push boundaries
Her natural ways confounding the status quo
Leaving a trail of bent assumptions
And altered wavelengths in her wake

Indeed, one could say
Rarely has a plan backfired 
So splendidly
The child was both light and dark 
Both human and angel 
Comfortable with the magickal and the mundane
She was Witch
A quiet knowing behind her eyes 
Many tried to define her
She defied the categories every time
A hybrid in every possible way
Managing to weave a tapestry
Somewhere between that which is immovable 
And all the things that indeed WERE moved,  at her bidding 

She was a liminal creature
The land of in-between was the source of her greatest strength
Making her stand, always on the blade's edge 
Both and neither simultaneously
It was at first exquisite pain
But in the end it was power, peace and healing

In the place where fate and destiny become one
Where Will and Surrender make love and merge
She found the place of her truth 
The Norns looked on
They had handed her a key to deep understanding
Simply by virtue of presence 
Not even the winged ones 
Have dominion over the Norns, after all 
For Her part, the Moon, in all of her ways
Quietly blessed the Crescent Moon Child
In ways unseen and unknown
As she does with all of Her Dark Children

Creation is endless, dense and fierce
Sweet scented is Her growth
Tendrils and trunks, growth in every direction
You cannot control Her
So, you'd best look to your own Work  


 






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