I Am


I am the bridge of silent night
That glistens in the dawn
The span of time and fierce starlight
That beckons ever on.
I am the rush of wind and rain
The gathering of the storm
That washes all the world of pain
Stands defiant in the face of harm.
I am the wail of lasting grief
That trembles in the air.
I am the subtle shifting thief
Watch out for me, beware.
I am the new born song of life
That turns the night to day.
I am the ceaseless chords of strife
The clash within the fray.
I am the light within the gloom
That leads around the bend.
I am the gentle arms of home
That wait at journey’s end.
I am the silence of the grave
The ceasing of life’s woe,
The shelter that all living crave,
The wisdom that the simple know.
I am the dance that greets the spring,
The jigs and reels that spin,
New life and hope the crocus brings
Where mysteries begin.
I am Woman, Hera, Gaia, Hel
Bastet, Diana, Eve,
Of me, the women’s stories tell
For those who dare believe.

[photo credit: cokacoka. Used under license, Depositphotos.]

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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