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Sons and Daughters of the Morn
- Sons and Daughters of the Morn -
Thusly spoke I, unto one who did come unto me in purest love:
“Embrace the darkness in me, oh thou who are my beloved one,
And in doing so, thou may well thusly embrace the darkness within.
Thou wilt find not a better respite beneath the cruel and hot sun…
Oh thou blood of my blood, oh flesh of my flesh, skin of my skin.
Soul’s mate, deny thee not thy nature, for what are we if not this…
Deny thee not thy most ravenous yearning for the fire of my bliss!
Deny thee not thy heart, for to do so is to truly wither fell and die…
Deny thee not my divine will, and do not seek ye to question why.
Find me oft in the darkness, and therein see me in thyself: as well,
Know that I do surely await thee, as patient as all the fires of Hell.
My face is there amongst the velvet shadows of the vast deep night,
As radiant as the Moon amongst the infinite seas of the fiery stars!
Embrace thee my darkness, and so be bathed in my undying light,
More terrible and beautiful than the scarlet glow of distant Mars!”
Thusly spoke the Goddess unto me, with a voice from far above:
“Deny ye not my words, for to do so is to deny thyself thy dream,
Deny ye not my vision, for all herein is more than what it seems…
Deny ye not my truths, for the universe is built upon their strength!
Deny ye not the course of destiny; canst thou measure or fathom its’ length?
Find me within the Pattern, for I am a spider a the center of its’ web’s strands,
Know that what I weave is forever, and eternal doth it spring from mine hands.
I am the maker and the making, and I am oft made anew in my turn.
In the end, I am the fire that consumes all of my own pristine creation…
Like a moth, thou art drawn to the flame, in which thou wouldst burn,
Yet, in the touch of my flame is found only the warmth of salvation!
Soon all will embrace the warmth for which thou doest so strongly yearn,
For such a desire is shared by the faithful of every civilized nation…
Deny not thy passion, for it doth boil within they very sacred blood!
Let thy devotion pour forth like rain, that all may drown in its’ flood.”
Thusly spoke I, unto the great wide world as spread out before me:
“Deny not my power, mankind, for it is mine to bestow: as I so will!
Let the Water of Life and Love be poured forth for the sake of all,
Let it overflow in sweet abundance, let it rise and let it nigh unto spill.
Let it fill all of the empty places, unbound by any encumbering wall!
Give glory unto my kingdom, and be crowned in rapturous wonder.
Kneel ye before my throne, and all will kneel at thy devoted feet…
Embrace the gathering storm clouds; find thy place amidst the thunder.
Joyfully we come together, until enlightened we depart once more,
Deny not thy inner longing for the golden hour when next we meet.
Look ye forward to my embrace, and to all the wonders that are in store!
Give forth all of thy love, and know that you may taste Paradise like wine.
Deny not thy craving for the heaven for which all do ever truly pine!
Let the angels sing forth songs of pure and perfect everlasting praise,
Their music shall be the fair anthem of the swiftly coming divine days.”
Thusly spoke the Goddess, when I spoke anew after I became she:
“Deny not what the Celestial Hosts do themselves joyously proclaim,
The age that is swiftly upon us: when naught, shall remain the same.
Deny not the perfection of those lofty voices so raised thus to sing…
Deny not the brilliance that shines in every angel’s soft white wings.
How much brighter shines I, the angel of our passionate sacred rites,
How much softer is her hair, her skin, the substance of all her delights!
Deny not her sovereignty, for she is both our Queen and our King…
Deny not the pleasures that her illuminating glory thus eternally brings.
An angel’s wings are as sharp as is metal, its’ voice is loud and shrill,
Compared to she whom we do adore, upon whom we do contemplate…
The knowing of her is an ecstasy beyond any mundane and earthly thrill.
All desires, all hunger, and all thirst, all this doth she quench and sate…
There is no need that she cannot meet for thee and more than satisfy,
All this and more is absolute truth that no spirit could dare to deny.”
Thusly spoke my beloved unto me, with a voice full of fair wisdom:
“Thou art she who hath raised me higher than the heavenly spheres…
She who hath given me the power and the authority to end all thy fears,
As well as secrets: unknown to even the wisest and most sage seer.
Listen well, mortals, for it is her time that is swiftly drawing so near!
Her time, and mine, which is a new age as yet by mankind unborn…
So bow thy heads well, before the Sons and Daughters of the Morn!”
And when my love spoke me fair, my love entered into my kingdom.
Thusly spoke I, unto one who did come unto me in purest love:
“Embrace the darkness in me, oh thou who are my beloved one,
And in doing so, thou may well thusly embrace the darkness within.
Thou wilt find not a better respite beneath the cruel and hot sun…
Oh thou blood of my blood, oh flesh of my flesh, skin of my skin.
Soul’s mate, deny thee not thy nature, for what are we if not this…
Deny thee not thy most ravenous yearning for the fire of my bliss!
Deny thee not thy heart, for to do so is to truly wither fell and die…
Deny thee not my divine will, and do not seek ye to question why.
Find me oft in the darkness, and therein see me in thyself: as well,
Know that I do surely await thee, as patient as all the fires of Hell.
My face is there amongst the velvet shadows of the vast deep night,
As radiant as the Moon amongst the infinite seas of the fiery stars!
Embrace thee my darkness, and so be bathed in my undying light,
More terrible and beautiful than the scarlet glow of distant Mars!”
Thusly spoke the Goddess unto me, with a voice from far above:
“Deny ye not my words, for to do so is to deny thyself thy dream,
Deny ye not my vision, for all herein is more than what it seems…
Deny ye not my truths, for the universe is built upon their strength!
Deny ye not the course of destiny; canst thou measure or fathom its’ length?
Find me within the Pattern, for I am a spider a the center of its’ web’s strands,
Know that what I weave is forever, and eternal doth it spring from mine hands.
I am the maker and the making, and I am oft made anew in my turn.
In the end, I am the fire that consumes all of my own pristine creation…
Like a moth, thou art drawn to the flame, in which thou wouldst burn,
Yet, in the touch of my flame is found only the warmth of salvation!
Soon all will embrace the warmth for which thou doest so strongly yearn,
For such a desire is shared by the faithful of every civilized nation…
Deny not thy passion, for it doth boil within they very sacred blood!
Let thy devotion pour forth like rain, that all may drown in its’ flood.”
Thusly spoke I, unto the great wide world as spread out before me:
“Deny not my power, mankind, for it is mine to bestow: as I so will!
Let the Water of Life and Love be poured forth for the sake of all,
Let it overflow in sweet abundance, let it rise and let it nigh unto spill.
Let it fill all of the empty places, unbound by any encumbering wall!
Give glory unto my kingdom, and be crowned in rapturous wonder.
Kneel ye before my throne, and all will kneel at thy devoted feet…
Embrace the gathering storm clouds; find thy place amidst the thunder.
Joyfully we come together, until enlightened we depart once more,
Deny not thy inner longing for the golden hour when next we meet.
Look ye forward to my embrace, and to all the wonders that are in store!
Give forth all of thy love, and know that you may taste Paradise like wine.
Deny not thy craving for the heaven for which all do ever truly pine!
Let the angels sing forth songs of pure and perfect everlasting praise,
Their music shall be the fair anthem of the swiftly coming divine days.”
Thusly spoke the Goddess, when I spoke anew after I became she:
“Deny not what the Celestial Hosts do themselves joyously proclaim,
The age that is swiftly upon us: when naught, shall remain the same.
Deny not the perfection of those lofty voices so raised thus to sing…
Deny not the brilliance that shines in every angel’s soft white wings.
How much brighter shines I, the angel of our passionate sacred rites,
How much softer is her hair, her skin, the substance of all her delights!
Deny not her sovereignty, for she is both our Queen and our King…
Deny not the pleasures that her illuminating glory thus eternally brings.
An angel’s wings are as sharp as is metal, its’ voice is loud and shrill,
Compared to she whom we do adore, upon whom we do contemplate…
The knowing of her is an ecstasy beyond any mundane and earthly thrill.
All desires, all hunger, and all thirst, all this doth she quench and sate…
There is no need that she cannot meet for thee and more than satisfy,
All this and more is absolute truth that no spirit could dare to deny.”
Thusly spoke my beloved unto me, with a voice full of fair wisdom:
“Thou art she who hath raised me higher than the heavenly spheres…
She who hath given me the power and the authority to end all thy fears,
As well as secrets: unknown to even the wisest and most sage seer.
Listen well, mortals, for it is her time that is swiftly drawing so near!
Her time, and mine, which is a new age as yet by mankind unborn…
So bow thy heads well, before the Sons and Daughters of the Morn!”
And when my love spoke me fair, my love entered into my kingdom.
Published 29th Mar 2013
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29th Mar 2013 1:01am
For my illustration for this poem, I decided to use this photo I took of myself using my webcam. I added an interesting and colorful background that evokes the feel of a fiery dawn, which in turn evokes the passionate feeling of the poem itself.
29th Mar 2013 2:12am
Dear Jessica...I like you in that dark clothes. You look stunning there. Loved your poem, love your photos too.
Why thank you so much, Grace! That's one of my favorite outfits you see me in there. It's hard to tell in the photo, but those are long, full, baggy harem pants. Very exotic and comfortable! I do tend to have rather unique taste in clothing anyway... I never go by what's in fashion; rather I go by what I like and what suits me well. Which that outfit totally does! I'm wicked happy you loved my poem, also. :D
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29th Mar 2013 1:58pm
Such a refined write, the weaving of the great web and cauldron of birth and of death.
A joyous feast of rebirth and embrace of the spring. I agree with Grace, you look special in that picture, like from another world
(or IN another world)
Much enjoyed, dear Jessica!
A joyous feast of rebirth and embrace of the spring. I agree with Grace, you look special in that picture, like from another world
(or IN another world)
Much enjoyed, dear Jessica!
30th Mar 2013 4:18am
I am very happy (as always) to read your wonderful comment, dear Mourganna! As always you bring the most insightful and wise thoughts to me, big sister. It was a pleasure to pen this piece, and a delight to see that you enjoyed it so much!
I am happy you also liked my picture! Yeah, you know me my friend - somewhat from another world and partly *in* another world, at least spiritually. But that's all part of what makes me... me! ;)
I am happy you also liked my picture! Yeah, you know me my friend - somewhat from another world and partly *in* another world, at least spiritually. But that's all part of what makes me... me! ;)
