Bottichelli`s Venus

A grain of sand inside a mollusc shell
grows a flawless perfect pearl
the chariot of abalone
splintered light
that is diffused
the crown she wears
it shines with good
 helping hands that never could exclude
a warrior to lead the charge
towards the light like Joan of Ark
never; never to betray
her hand upon the oath of love
for family and friends
the matriarch and sainted womb
 sentry of aspirations
stand fast with will, not disregard
all paths that lead when times are hard
 fountain of endearing love
and each divine to find its source
for she is there and not in lore
ethereal spirit bound with grace
rock the cradle, weave the thread
for our un-wanton conscience
we find our Goddess borne