by Fox of the Oaks » 06 Jul 2011, 10:55
Initiation
Distant waterfalls spilled; resounding
Cadence of thunder roared through fog.
The misty cloak of morning flowed,
In the green valley with softened ground.
No breeze, just stillness and a call
From a raven, old, sharing news
Of a tone too old for human lore;
A tomb of thought beyond the norm.
Yet the maidens ears picked up the meaning,
For her heart was pure and radiant gleaming,
She'd followed the teachings of the Ancients,
With cautious steps, trust, and patience.
The call awoke her dreaming womb,
She was spirited alive, as blossoms bloom.
In the spring when rainbows dazzle,
In the green valley with softened ground.