I’ve spent the past several weeks thinking about all the women in my circle who are in the midst of deep healing work, women who are called to be the priestesses of a new age. This poem is for you, all of you, who are feeling this energy right now and answering that call to service. Every step you take on the path to integration and wholeness is a step forward for humanity. Don’t give up. Much love and support to you all, as we move closer to the illumination of Solstice. Blessed Be
Now You Know
No one told you of Her sacredness,
of Her exquisite beauty,
of the primordial power She embodies,
So much strength
couched within layers of softness—
and yet, that wild, feral, earthiness
was never celebrated,
never honored by anyone—
not by mothers or fathers,
not by lovers or friends,
not by tribe or nation.
How could you have known?
How could you have recognized
in something so reviled,
How could you have felt Her stirring
within the wells and caverns of your soul?
How could you have heard
those subtle whispers,
urging you to WAKE UP,
to know yourself,
to claim that most holy birthright
as Her priestess?
Listen now, Wild Woman,
daughter of the crescent moon,
dancer among the radiant stars,
because the world needs you.
It needs your light and your wisdom,
your healing hands and your open heart.
It needs your truth and your mercy,
your dignity and your grace.
Heal those torn, bleeding places inside of you;
then help your sisters do the same.
Let the tiniest spark within you
become a blazing torch
that lights the way for peace.
You can do this.
You were born to do this.
And now you know.
Copyright © 2015 Jennifer R. Miller. All rights reserved.