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divine feminine
May 2009 
The Prodigal Daughter
Posted on Feb 1st, 2009
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The Prodigal Daughter
Where have you gone, oh smiling one?
You shift your eyes and the light slides up to zenith;
Or off into the starry night.
There is a place in my heart the halls of which ring mightily by your absence, halted, listening.
One daughter still spins and weaves,
Loading the dishwasher.
Crows lament the directions of the sky, cawing, sideways, looking left and right.
One daughter sits still, panes of glass dividing her curve.
The window grows distant, the cold hills more familiar.
One daughter remains.
One daughter roams, sleeping with the shapes of things.
One daughter flickers and weaves the lamp-lit flame.
One daughter trims wick, scraping bone.
One daughter leaves
One daughter stays.
Oh sons of Men, Rejoice!
Oh daughters of Women, Rejoice!
That flame, ever returning
Ever fresh as the dawn is young-
A longer kiss would not be wiser-
Sweetness lies when stretched to taught-
Yet ever does She call your name
And call you home, as well.
Where have you gone, oh smiling one?
You shift your eyes and the light slides up to zenith;
Or off into the starry night.
There is a place in my heart the halls of which ring mightily by your absence, halted, listening.
One daughter still spins and weaves,
Loading the dishwasher.
Crows lament the directions of the sky, cawing, sideways, looking left and right.
One daughter sits still, panes of glass dividing her curve.
The window grows distant, the cold hills more familiar.
One daughter remains.
One daughter roams, sleeping with the shapes of things.
One daughter flickers and weaves the lamp-lit flame.
One daughter trims wick, scraping bone.
One daughter leaves
One daughter stays.
Oh sons of Men, Rejoice!
Oh daughters of Women, Rejoice!
That flame, ever returning
Ever fresh as the dawn is young-
A longer kiss would not be wiser-
Sweetness lies when stretched to taught-
Yet ever does She call your name
And call you home, as well.
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