the hymn of a temple, this woman

i write
a hymn for love
about
a temple, this woman

whose womb was once
the dwelling place of certain
elegant souls
made flesh by her fire

the water that splits the rock
envies the woman who dances
in harmony with
the sun and earth

most anything
can tear the fabric
shatter the bone
or bring down the wall

but no greater power
exists than
that which
can forge a life

a woman takes the
simple seed
and harvests from
it the complex flower

my hymn is
one of the temple
of the goddess
who gives of herself:

the water
the blood
the heat
the breath

i write
a hymn for love
about
a temple, this woman

whose soul was now
and forever
a home
for the exiled

the wind that bullies
the sail
envies the woman whose
love reaffirms the discarded child

most anything
can propel forward
push aside
or ply with force

but no greater power
exists than
that which can
give hope to the lost

a woman takes the
broken stem
and nurses it
back to strength

my hymn is
one of the temple
of the goddess
who gives of herself:

a way
a belief
a home
a blessing