Witness
It was dark
when I first heard Her
whooing overhead
bearing witness,
ushering in
the First of the
Harvest Moons.
The seasonal wheel turning towards
ripe fruit and swelling seeds.
Summer’s Bounty.
This goddess
is cloaked
in feathery mole brown splendor
a Sphinx flying
through the night.
S/he heralds the
Gift of Water
answering earnest prayers…
As ‘Changing Woman’ she brings rain
to soften cracked desert ground…
Hidden in a tangle of branches
Owl observes my approach…
When I pass
under the Cottonwood tree
she takes flight in silence.
lands on a snag –
luminous eyes glowing.
Fiery embers
sweeten the night.
Her beneficent
Presence floods me
with wonder –
Oh, I know Her well.
Love seeps through
a body punctured by holes.
Seen at last by my Beloved
I give thanks for Owl
whooo calls my name.
Feminism and Religion 