Water Bearer, A Poem by Jessica Weaver
Water Bearer
The well mothered maiden,
Her seeds are nourished in black gold
tended to with all the care the world can bring
A luminous torch of kindness
spirals deep into winding roots
that nestle into the Earth of the dark goddess
The well mothered maiden
Bathes the wounds of blind harm
in the deep mother well of light
Her mistakes are the elders
that inspire communion with deeper truths
buried in the sacred chambers of her heart
The well mothered maiden,
Awakens at dawn
ripening with more love ever wiser
Realising the mother of all things
And borne from the ashes of old trials
So deeply touched by life
that she and death are great friends
The well mothered maiden
hangs the clothes of her old self
On the altar of life's devotion
She dances naked around the fire
Sparks crackle at her feet like fireflies
Fingertips brushing through the stars
She bears the water of great mother
Beneath the new moon and the dark sky
In the womb of great mystery.