In ancient root
when God was woman
and the land Her body
warriors were revered,
magicians empowered,
poets loved
and sovereigns wise;
with the lineage spoiled
we chase images
while the grail waits
in the dark well of soul
but the land remains
and in the land our longing
for one more glimpse
of Her presence.
“With lineage lost, we chase images”………how sadly true!
Great “wake up” poem!
Yes, ‘in the land our longing’.
Beautiful and poignant.
Thank you, Bard, for the tears on my face evoking memories in my heart. I honor my place as keeper of the lineage as I reach for the Grail of my soul knowing full well whom it serves.
Perhaps I’ve been blocked by such longing that I could not see Her presence as it is now. So, woman, stop chasing images, take the Grail out of the well, and see Her in the fullness of glory.
Hmmm I’m reading! I’m reading! We write poetry sometimes to figure out what we’re thinking, and this strikes me as one of those exploratory poems, more idea than image, but both evocative and provocative.
Cleansing tears this poem evokes…thank you for distilling once again what we all know in our heart of hearts
Powerful. You have an amazing grasp of words…and how to make them tell a story.
… and even the land is beginning to shake us off…
as the tears run freely I am wanting to go outside and drum, to once again be one with the mother. Your gift is great and so powerful. I realize I am always one with the Earth. Thank you for giving words that release and bring awakening.
I open the sepulcher, honor the bones, and bring the tools of Cosmic Eros into the llght of Now.