by Susan Harris
in a mindscape of dreams,
Where echoes of lives once began,
Ive been haunted by whispers of memories
That have made me recall what I am.
Yearning to make sense of this lifetime,
I have prayed for direction and grace.
Laid open my soul for the Goddess to find it,
And remember the truth on my face.
I dreamed last night that She found me,
Among all my lifes torments and scars.
She cradled my spirit, so safe in Her arms,
Then hurled it right up to the stars.