I imagine when Goddesses gather They share their stories Of pain and delight. Under a full moon Shining bright. With flowing gowns Embellished by gems Silver and gold And smiles all around. They are humbled When they witness our world Our prayers and devotion Our ceremonies And them as our muses. "How did we get here? How did we get chosen To be worshipped Adored To be the one to give them What they ask for? If only they can see, They all have what we all do. They just have to see. They are just like me. When I lived in their world, I suffered the same, Challenged the game Loved too hard Or loved too less Nonetheless, That is the lesson. YOU are divine. YOU are love. YOU are light. And it is I who honours YOU By guiding you from above."
Each goddess has a seat at the table With an offering of something worthy Something that we are all able To harness To heal To nurture To feel.