A Conversation with the Goddess

A Conversation with the Goddess
I looked to the Goddess and I said
Hey Mom what are these thoughts in my head?
I see a world of green and white
And the occassional dim-lit night
What are these things that flow right through?
She said: They're gifts from me to you
Am I crazy Mom? I then asked.
No, She said, You see the Past

I Looked again to the Goddess and said
Hey Mom what are these thoughts in my head?
I see a world consumed by hate
With no room for talk or debate
The world egulfed in smog and flame
Am I the one to blame?

My Son, She said, what you see
The Present is what is put before thee
But Mom, I asked, my tears fell down
Am I the one that made this Now?
She said: As all my Children went from me
Forgot that I was and will be
Your Mother, Sister, Priestess, Lover
Forgot You did, that all are Brothers
The Women too stopped heading my Whisper
And like Men, forgot that all Women are Sisters

I looked to the Goddess and I said
Hey Mom what are these thoughts in my head?
I see a world of pain and dread
But also one of hope instead
Of people ravaged by others' goals
But also of people letting forgiveness fill these holes
She said: My Son the Future you see
And which way it goes I'll not tell thee
The reason is this: your Future you make
To weep or anguish over or celebrate
To see to do or let slide by
Or to give daring hope a try
These options all are open to you
And many more from different views

So Mom, I asked Her, looking up in the Night
Which of these Paths is right?
She answered: Your heart and mind I gave Divine
I gave to you My Son, My Love
To use or abuse or refuse
The choices I give to you