Hello, this is Shakti. I am making a Goddess Prayer Book for one of my friends, altering an old We'Moon Agenda, and I found several wonderful poems...

This image is of one of the spreads in the Prayer Book, and I want to share a poem that goes like this :

SEARCHING FOR THE DIVINE

She was searching searching for the Divine, not Buddha

with that fig tree up his back or Christ with his bleeding hands

or Mohammed on the mountaintop;

something honest, whole as an apple.

Not distant wind in white pine nor sparkling boundary water,

not spire of Notre Dame piercing cloud nor frozen glacial peak;

something close necessary as breath.

Not April trillium or hovering angel-bird,

not beaded, bearded guru or stone goddess with swollen breast;

something sweet tender as newborn.

She was searching searching for the Divine.

Not goat-footed Pan or dizzy Sufi dancer

Not a medicine man with a sacred pipe

Not a saffron-robed Tibetan monk

Not a t.v. preacher with a big mouth

Not a banker with a closed book.

She was searching searching for the Divine.

She burned Pakistani incense, peered into crystals,

lit white candles, but god could not be kept on her little altar

could not be kept in a good book, in a Holy City,

in a cave on a cross in Sunday School; god could not be kept

in a museum wrapped in a mummy skin; god could not be kept

silent in a little three letters word.

She grew wild as lightning in a snow storm.

Thus, the Divine found her,

exhausted as a bear hibernating in sleep

dreaming by a yellow spring listening to her heartbeat

a steady source of heat -

and when she awoke alone in her bed,

she found the Divine inside herself by Rising and Shining

like a sun.

( Ann Megisikwe Filemyr - 2001)

Wish you all a nice Summertime !

And thanks for Reading.

:-)