The Divine Mother Ballad
Divine Mother Ballad
For the Celtic Mother Goddess Evalyn

The Verdant Isle

Come with me, soar, Verdant Isle
Where joy-love-time perpetual wile.
Dwell ancestors, gay Gaelic guile,
Weaving great tales, seep woeful smiles
Enigmatic--sorrow reaps, tears transform,
Hearth kindles, core melts--life warms.

Harvest jig taps, steadily surges
Momentum gains, wake-vigil emerges.
Tender dance nurtures life-breath from death
Immortality buds upon Earth's bequest.

Let bygones be bygones, lifetimes hard spent,
Now on God's wealth riveted ears lent.
Daughters courageous, sweet-fervent beckon,
Ardent potential nine full moons reckoned,
Labor-delivers life vital robust,
Death spent, fear vanquished, the momentous thrust.

Mother reigns supreme, subtle golden web,
Her she-pawns, garland flowers adorning Earth's head.
Hark! ye daughters, haste make way,
No longer time rule-curse the day.

Crescent moon rides chance, all for one
Mother sacrifices ritual son.
Does not wisdom ooze from breasts erect,
Truth-nudged draught the young expect?
How can the tree 'ere crooked grow,
If braced, guided by compassionate flow?

Core Mann's Isle, soma forest lush
Crimson heart beats ever plush
With velvety flowing blood networks
To nourish all who would not shirk
The taste buds of life, savor ripe with pain
Nor the fragrance of pleasures inspired for gain.

Heart muscle quickens, beats and flutters,
God's pulse dominates, races, shudders--
Claims, releases all-knowing might
Sacred heart aloft in motionless flight.

Hub of life, breath-absolute still
Mother and child again one will
Exit as entered free sublime
Transcendent all matter, space, time.

Poised here, balanced, perfect stillness be
Know nothing sure, nor separate from Thee--
Desire completed, cool-bathed extinct
No longer seeking a missing link.

Kin-clan descend Verdant Isle explore,
Revive ancient roots--uncover sacred lore.
What be life luxuriant green?
In emerald reflection sight Motherly Queen:

A path, a gateway, a door, a hub
The oasis, the isle, the nexus, the pub
A meeting, common-union, and absolute tie-
Glean-quicken together, as God passes by.



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© 2005 Laurel Hovde