Grandmother Spider,
Weave me a web.
Whisper the mysteries,
Of Living & Dead.
Creation, destruction,
& droplets of dew.
Tracing a thread of,
Ancestry to you.
May I fear not the darkness,
May I hold true my light.
May I know when to rest,
& may I know when to bite.
May I follow maps of stardust,
Woven thru my womb.
May I find the strength to empty,
To birth from the Universal loom.
Image by: Joy Jayson, http://www.jojayson.com/
Poem by me,
Thank you for reading, I love you!! This poem was also cross-posted on my Instrgram account, @priestessingtheparadigmshift (https://www.instagram.com/priestessingtheparadigmshift/)
I wish you so much joy, abundance, & overflowing happiness this New Year! Many Blessings <3
-Priestess Laura