Mother Goddess,
Your strong hands
Can lift the
Father, Daughter, Son.
Mother Goddess,
Your clay thighs
Can awaken
The newborn who
Cries in desperation.
Earth Mother,
You can know
The secrets
Of the Spring
And you can know
The hated rot of wood
Turned bad
And good.
Though you will never
Turn away
From your wormwood children,
Though you will never
Forget their springtime loveliness.
Mother Earth Goddess,
You remember
The infant who
Suckled at your heavy breast.
Do not forget that
Wormwood sapling.
She is
You.
– Chance Henson