It Is Her

A religious poem about the Goddess

She is the void.

Churning and boiling,

whispering and searching;

it is Her.

 

Silver, red, black strands

weave through the air.

A blanket waves.

Fingers dance.

 

She smiles

into the curved mirror.

Reflection becomes reality.

Her love manifests.

 

Tapping feet create

life and spirals.

Giggles spark stars.

Joy expands.

 

She embraces it.

She loves it

because it is Her.

It is Complexity.

 

Her tapestry weaves itself.

It is Her. It is Time.