I wrote this poem in an 18th-century British voice because, honestly, that’s how it came to me. It’s the story of a young girl’s spiritual journey. She seeks answers from the moon goddess. The moon goddess encourages her to trust the path; trust that life unfolds as intended.
My beloved, I dare not tarry to find my own way home.
Through the wood and bramble berry, I walk this path alone.
Unto the stars, my eyes do linger
and to the moon, I stretch a finger
and call upon the goddess above
to shine her light on truth and love.
High aloft a zephyr blows
and the goddess speaks of all she knows.
“My darling, darling, daring girl
who dares to step beyond her world,
to truth and love each path does lead,
each path a lesson in which to heed.
Walk in the knowing as life unfolds
each truth revealed, avows your soul.
Your mortal life, confined to seasons,
live it fully, search not for reasons!
March on dear girl, through wood and berry.
Trust the way, lest you tarry!”