It is a prayer
The sacred spiral
Tumbles into its own abyss
Embracing the round
Touching the edges
Scaling the soul
Leading into the centre
It receives
The bliss of life
Undulating and thirsty
In its beauty
Reaching for the heights 
of understanding
Bringing compassion in its wake
It sails the stormy seas
Raising up from the underworld
Into a brand new day
Where all is gentle and kind
And full of possibilities
Where new beginnings
And brand new days
Of love and transmutation
Envelope all you meet
Caressing the need to be whole
Giving thanks
Embracing the abundance
We become whole
And full of peace
Harvesting 
In the silence
In that place
Called love
Where the Goddess reigns.

©Maria Duncalf-Barber