Molly Remer shared the following poem written by Sharon Blessum via her Talk Birth website, and I found it timely for the season and wanted to share it with you all.
Mother of the Medicine Wheel
By Sharon Blessum
In the womb of the East Lodge
She gives birth in the morning.
She mothers us with smiles and songs.
In the strong sun of the South
She offers food from Her garden,
Enchantment for the mid-day of life.
In the benediction of the West
She colors evening with sunset
Wraps us in reflections of day.
In the old age of the North Lodge,
She will hold us in sweetness
Cross with us into the Land of the Ancestors.
Mother of the Medicine Wheel
By Sharon Blessum
In the womb of the East Lodge
She gives birth in the morning.
She mothers us with smiles and songs.
In the strong sun of the South
She offers food from Her garden,
Enchantment for the mid-day of life.
In the benediction of the West
She colors evening with sunset
Wraps us in reflections of day.
In the old age of the North Lodge,
She will hold us in sweetness
Cross with us into the Land of the Ancestors.
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