Walk To The Beat

I walk to the beat
Of The Goddess's drum,
I sing her ancient song;
I call out her name
But, she already knows mine.
I am her sister,
I am her daughter,
She is crone,
I am apprentice.
I feel her heartbeat
In every beat my heart takes;
She speaks to me in my sleep,
She speaks to me when I am awake.
I follow closely in her footsteps
I learn my lessons well;
I have claimed myself as part of her
And she as part of me. 
She listens quietly
When I cry out in pain;
She wisely heals my ills.
She gives me hope 
By her very purpose
Takes me back where I come from.
I walk to the beat
Of the Goddess's drum,
I sing her ancient song.
She fills me with her many gifts;
I bless her with my love,
Devotion pure, divine and boundless
For she there is no less.
I am her sister,
I am her daughter,
She is crone,
I am apprentice.
I claim her wisdom 
As part of mine,
I share her with my sisters;
For she exists in every woman
Who hears the call of their name;
From hidden place
Thought long lost,
She rises like the sun.
It is the Goddess
In every woman,
Who walks to the beat
Of her drum.

c 1997 Pamela J. Leavey 
Not To Be Used With Out Permission Of Author

Inspired by:
When The Drummers Were Women,
By, Layne Redmond

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