She is gathering us,
Calling us back,
The Ones,
The Ones who tend,
The Ones who honour,
The Ones who keen.

She is gathering us,
Calling us back,
To serve
As once we did
Lifetimes ago,
When Her power and magic
Were revered,
And
We knew ourselves.

She is gathering us,
Calling us back,
To rekindle the flame,
Light the torch,
Bless the offerings.

She is gathering us,
Calling us back,
And
Her coiled energy
Stirs cauldron waters,
Breathing life into
Forgotten memories,
Lost knowing,
Hidden being.
Her coiled energy
Stirs cauldron waters,
Wearing down defences,
Washing away doubt,
Cleansing vision, that
Her shining might radiate
Through ancient portal
Prism-like,
Light-bursting into
Eternal rainbow threads,
Weaving in and out,
Around and between us,
A web of deep connection,
A bond of loving community,
A cloth of Soul-full colour.
Eternal rainbow threads
That shimmer with joy,
Hum with excitement, and
Sparkle with delight.

She is gathering us,
Calling us back,
Her primal power
Vibrating through drum and song,
Shaking the very earth
With Her deep resonance,
While bodies move
And muscles speak
The old tongue.

She is gathering us,
Calling us back,
And as we threshold cross,
The ancients
Throng through
Embodied voice,
Demanding we awake,
We re-member,
We act.

She is gathering us,
Calling us back,
Into alignment,
Into balance,
Into harmony.

She is gathering us,
Calling us back,
To bare witness
To Her rising,

And to rise again
Ourselves.

(© Becky Mackeonis)