Most sacred daughter of the Soul,
queen of the stars and high Eden,
she who tends the gate to eternity.
Deeply natural, the High Priestess
alone wears Hekate’s triple crown
and peacefulness upon her heart.
Under her left foot, waxing moon,
on her lap the noblest of all books.
Here we take an esoteric journey.
For after enchantment, only truth
will decide whether the poet gets
entry to pass by the guarded veil,
into the mystical goddess temple,
where dark foresights lay hidden.
She who surrenders to be herself.
She who meets with fate to serve.
In reversal this malevolent sister,
this lying bitch cannot be trusted.
Weak, no stamina, she lacks love
and no longer listens to her heart,
thinking only in black and white.
Out of touch from her empathies,
she relinquishes all womanliness
to howl her madness at the moon.
Seated upon her throne, Shekinah
divines silently in kindly wisdom
between dual paths of knowledge.
Not only mistress to clairvoyance,
she writes her poems knowing not
how to master them, longing only
to journey further with her words,
until she creates with the Empress.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2016