Goddess Isis
Joey Morris
Soft steps through imprinted sand,
A Journey repeats,
Stepping into the timeless River,
To wash my lashed body,
Cleansing water and fallen tears meet,
I have been broken and
I have been discarded
Torn apart from the inside
Overthrown
I toppled from my own seat,
To taste only dust in my mouth,
Forgetting who I was,
I bathe in my remorse,
And stand at the altar of my foolishness
Naked before you, abrupt in my presence,
Calling out for your blessed wisdom,
I have been parched
And my body concaves into its shell,
Mustering the resilience
To hope again
The water evaporates,
My lips turn to the burning Sun,
Whispering Your name,
Seeking Your balm,
I have been dismembered
By not belonging
A lack of love shadowed my every step,
Left me crumbling,
Yet I remain,
Bathing in Your light,
Memories stretch into view,
Threatening cataclysm,
As you rest Your palm on my brow
Reminding me to partake
Only of my holiness
And where all the cracking joints adjoin
I reunite
With all the wounded parts of myself
I live again
By the breath and grace of She;
Isis.
(To be continued)
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