Blackbird

In the violet rays from the darkened moon
She dissipates blackness, birthing first light -
returning day to its fecund glory,
shimmering in the slivering of night.

Hear Her call

In the rising sweet dawn chorus
She heralds new day through sublimic symphony -
crescendoing cacophony of sumptuous
sounds, reminding us to love and be free.

Hear Her call

In the swirling dancing of the mist
She lightens hearts through the quickening of day -
beckoning with the song of souls,
summoning Her priestesses to serve and pray.

Heed Her call.