Come meet me in the forest, she calls
Past the sloping stone ledges
the olive grove
down by the wild rosemary hedges
Her ruby red robe
trailing behind,
the wind caressing her diamond dove wings
She flies
and she runs
with mud between her toes
into the forest of the old growth birch
This is her place of worship
Her Sacred Heart
Her Holy church
Come sit with me in the forest, she calls
Sweep a spot with your palm
on this hallowed ground
Take your place, Beloved, amongst the rotting leaves
and roots beneath your knees
This dirt is our prayer mat, she says
The place where you and I were birthed
And one day
be beckoned to lay down our bones
To gift back what was given
Back to the Earth
Back to the Mother
of another, and another, and another……
Come pray with me in the forest, she says
Her hands cupped, like a honey hive
full of golden nectar,
warm and humming
her hands, her heart
combine
She is the Divine Connector
of Love.
Of Love.
The Love that runs red rivers in her womb
her tides pulling between the full and new moons
She is Daughter
She is Maiden
She is Lover
She is Mother
Midwife
Priestess
Crone
And Healer
The fragrant Rose Medicine
flows from her womb
Watch as it forever unfurls
It is never empty,
It is never empty
always flowing
Her womb contains the world
She is Diamond Dove Magdalene
Yes! The stories are true!
She is unclean!
She is Anthropos!
Fully human and divine!
Both the dark and murky stream
and the blinding supreme sunbeam
She is Diamond Dove Magdalene
Coo ca-hoo, Coo ca-hoo
Come with me, beloved women, into the forest, she calls
Coo ca-hoo, Coo ca-hoo
We will sit
We will pray
We will remember
We. Will. Remember
The ancient red thread that binds our blood
to the grandmothers and great grandmothers who came before us
and the mushrooms
the moss
our furred and feathered kin
the unseen
mother moon
father sky
and the mountains in between
In sacred Union, we will gather
Embodying the Love
that radiates from our centre
This place of warmth
This place called Home
Encircled by these trees
that stand green and so serene
Come, Come remember, she says
She rests
in her nest
of eternal blooming roses
Coo ca-hoo, Coo ca-hoo
Her hands on her heart
She dreams
And dreams
She is Diamond Dove Magdalene
Dreamed through in the deep well of my own Magdalene remembrance, this poem rose while I was listening to the old red thread that has followed me across lifetimes. Also inspired by a dear sister Star — a woman of this lifetime who walks the path of devotion cloaked in red, carrying her own oils in an alabaster jar, tending love as a sacred practice. This piece is an offering to that lineage, to the women who remember, and to the way love continues to reveal itself through us. Beltane 2023
