Woman Made of Thursdays
Woman made of Thursdays
Eyes of salt and rhyme
Lips of exquisite irony
Backward heart of time
Understanding nothing
With a knowing still, sublime
Woman made of Thursdays
Eyes of salt and rhyme
Woman made of Thursdays
Formed of wax and light
Sung with smoke and mirrors
The whisperings of night
Woman made of yesterdays
The bright side of the moon
Bloomed the broken phoenix
Into ashes much too soon
Woman made of something lost
No searching circle cast
Forever lost, forever
In the labyrinth of the past
A maze of mirrors to find the moon
Ashes broken bright
Woman made of Thursdays
Formed of wax and light
©Edwina Peterson Cross
posted by Unknown @ 11:53 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
My silent prayer has been heard. The wish of my heart fulfilled. You've reappeared in written word,ever so poignant still.
Winnie, if no one has told you yet today that they love you..I do.
It is a beautiful morning here and it is made all the more beautiful by your return to the fold. You have been missed and now I/we are delighted to see you again.
And what a lovely poem you offer.
Forever lost, forever
in the labyrinth of the past...
Were you, dear lady, lost,too, in the labyrinth of the past? Thank the Goddess that it was not forever and that you found your way back.
Hugs, Vi
Thank you so much, my friends, for being. I am trying to attend to what the Universe is trying to tell me and not spending much time at the computer, but I think of you constantly and treasure you so much. Vi and Maya, I still spend some of each day with my meditation stones in my palms. They connect me to the earth when I think I am going to blow away. And they connect me to you, which is even more precious. I love you.
Read well the rune stones, walk through pathways where we knew you and come to the places we have shared. Surely the ancient ritual will tell you that you are, have been and will be beloved.
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