Writings of a Goddess

Hello! It's been a while sense I posted, I've had some health issues to deal with (and still dealing with) but I am doing better! I did some writing earlier this year so this will be a collection of those recent works. This first one is a rewriting of my poem "Oracle of Me" to be positive and self affirming. I'm still proud of that one but I almost like this version better. Oracle of Me: Reverence. 1/19/2022 Only I know my mind, a place of reverence. Only I dictate its steps, its journey through the Cosmos. My temple is sacred, this form of flesh and blood. Tempered through fire and words. The God is me, Holy Scripture falling from my own lips of the future. My word is sacred, leading me with grace and Motherly Love. I must become my own kindness, rebirth in a womb of my own making. I must trust the words of honey, laced with good nature. Its blinding faith trusting oneself, but the chalice will be filled with what is required, You have all that you need, the Alta...

Pick a Direction and... what?, written 7/1/2021 Where am I walking to? I know not because I'm standing still. Tumbling over uneven path and pebbles getting caught in my shoe, and yet the Universe pushes me onward like a stubborn child. I must move but cannot pick a direction. The Fear, he holds me like a lover. The Worry, she clings to my hem. They hold me still like a night with no breeze. I can't feel my feet on the worn stone path yet I know they are there. I wish I was ok with not knowing my destination, but that coil tightens evermore choking my visitor and stunting my steps. "Baby steps" I tell myself, a mantra repeated like Holy Scripture from a frightened God. And yet it falls on deaf ears of a being that expects more more MORE! IT'S NEVER ENOUGH! why isn't it enough?

Oracle of Me. Written 6/18/2021. Have I lost it? Or am I simply a modern Oracle, receiving prophecies from a mad God? But the God is me, Holy Scripture from my own lips of the future. And yet how much must be taken as Gospel? How many of the Prophet's words are Holy? When does one trust the word of honey laced with static as true? Am I kin of Cassandra or is the curse all in my head. Trust in God is often blind Faith, holding a chalice praying it will be filled with what you need. Forgetting you are the seat of that power.