With The Earth I Cry

Heal with every breath. Honor your purpose. Transmute or be resigned to pain. 

 

 

Blood and bones

Come forth to heal

The terror from which

The Goddess reels

 

Laid at her feet

Buried in the marrow

The lessons of old

Coded in the tarot

 

Holy water to bless

The pain found here

Water not from the church

Water from Mary's tears

 

Anointed thrice

With this breath I blow

Away this pain

Away the stories of old

 

To the North, to the South

To the God in me

With the Earth I cry

Goddess, blessed be.

 

 

"To dis-identify with story and still hold space to transmute the pain felt in them is the highest form of craft. The presence of love held in the vastness of space is the second coming, the understanding of Christ consciousness, the practice of peace making. Will you heal where you can? Will you start with yourself? There is no higher purpose. "

 

      Sarah Beck is a word smith, clairvoyant and modern day witch. She uses her words to alchemise and create reality. Follow her at @writingwithlight

 

 

 

Sarah Beck is a word smith, clairvoyant and modern day witch. She uses her words to alchemise and create reality. Follow her at @writingwithlight