Contemplation

Contemplation

Who Am I? Said I, to Me.

and What do I want to be?

I want a place to call my own

A place that I can be alone

A place where others can stop by

And sit and chat and ponder Why.

Why do this? Why do that?

Or simply, chill out and relax.

Yet, conjure we do

and with nature’s force

Design our lives and

stay the course.

We are goddesses of many traits

Mix, match, and magically create

The maiden, the mother, and the crone now too

Surrounded by each other, wondering Who.

Who we are? Where do we go?

When will it stop? This constant Unknown?

Waiting to see.

Waiting to hear.

That blessed voice, saying ‘

You’re near, you’re near.

All Guided by a divine light

The firestorms at night

When ideas and visions fill the sky

Waiting to manifested, by and by.

by marilyn a wilson