"Whose child are you?"
They asked
"I am a child
of every man,"
she said
"A child of every land"
"Where is the womb
And the breasts
That suckled you?
Who is the father
That nurtured
And loved you?"
"My womb is
The Universe
and I was suckled
and nourished
by the breasts
of the sweet earth
As for my father
every man
is this to me
He cradles me
in his arms
like the ever-giving sea
I have no birth place
for I was never born
The stars have
clothed my body
and the breath
of the wind I have worn
For I am still suckling
at the breasts
of the earth
A fetus preparing
for eternal birth "
A contest entry
- Wiccan...Pagan...Magical Writes! by SummerlandRayne.
313 points, ended August 7, 2008, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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we are indeed children endlessly growing and learning
this is the purpose of life.
we were never born and we never die,
we are all children of the light
beautiful, insightful and a joy to read
God bless you my friend...
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Stunning!
Powerful and beautiful! I love "The stars have clothed my body and the breath of the wind I have worn" A truly sensational and magickal write. I am blessed to have read it. -
AMAZING!!!
This is pure beauty! I really do love this poem...thank you so very much for entering! Best of luck...
Blessed Be~
Az
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Thank you!
I am glad that you like it, and most of all, that you appreciate it!
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ahh sister I am so not wiccan but I love you to pieces and this is a beautiful write.
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Thank you dearheart. I hope that all is well with you these days. It's good to hear from you! *hug*
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