The Queen of My Self

The Queen of My Self


Praise the Queen of the Sun

posted by Donna Henes

Praise to the Goddess Sun — Our Lady
For She has been born
From out the Womb of Self
Her Mother
And She has danced and played
Amongst the flowers
And She has grown to bleed
And fertilize the Earth
And become once again Woman.

And She has met with Her Other Self
Her True Lover
And together they have swooned in ecstasy
And She has swelled with life
To Nourish us all
With Her milk and honey
And She has given to us Her love
And received of ours.

And She has descended into the dark
And met with the Old One
Who leadeth Her unto death
And the Lessons of Mystery
And now
She begins Her return journey
And She shines
O my sisters,
She shines golden upon us
Once more.

Shekhinah Mountainwater
www.shekhinah.net/

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Donna Henes is the author of The Queen of My Self: Stepping into Sovereignty in Midlife. She offers counseling and upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity. Consult the MIDLIFE MIDWIFE™

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