Of the Redeemed

Cloistered in the north,

Old Woman calls forth,

in chant, protection

and benediction

for the ones she loves,

releasing the doves,

that carry their names.

                                    Cauldron licked by flames!

“Soil, grass and sun

join, become one,

add some water

and go further.

Open eyes to

See. Look into

Past, Future, Now,

Answers of ‘How?’”

                                   Rumble tub!

“Destitute

prostitute

you will be

motherly

to a king.

All will see

Bravery

spilling

from his

veins and

justice

will then

reign. You

mother,

rejoice.”

“Raised

And

praised,

crowned

and

sound,”

“Foul’s

not

found.”