METANOIA II

The rain-cribled stone rings my name,

tones of water and sky

unfurling upon the tides of my being

that surge towards twilight.

Upon the steps of the goddess' shrine,

each violet droplet twinkles,

yet, with a lesser brilliance than does

the brine upon my cheek -

this my heart would believe -

for it bears my spirit's memories

of yesternight's jewelled vault,

of white-gold fire that flows unceasing

between Firmament and Eye.

And there shall my soul dwell this night,

awaiting the strength of stars,

every one reaching

across Universes and Time

to the Crossroads upon which we bode,

ere we were thrust forth into Life.

Shall we, blessed brethren, return to

a celebration of awakening,

of paths I embraced ere mortal impulse

sought to vanquish my purpose?

Shall I once more know the Silence

of a Breath and an Aeon, the stillness

upon the threshold of the Void

that received my resolve to contemplate

Spirit and Cosmos, to live and labour,

that heart, mind and hands

may echo the voice of the Source?

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: QUESTION TO THE STARS

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Artist: Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach