~Goddess and I~

I  felt so alone. It seemed that life 

held only disappointments, rejection, and 

dreams I had buried away. 

Where was the mother, to listen 

and to love?  Where was the grandmother,

with her wisdom and advice? 

I  poured out these feelings to the Goddess 

one night, as we met in meditation. 

She asked why I was sad, and I replied with 

a powerful lump in my throat that maybe 

I just needed a hug. She shook her head 

greatly and replied, no, you need a grandmother. 

The Goddess asked then about me. My account 

was a dollup of self-pity, spooned out over a

generous helping of life sucks but the Goddess 

didn't flinch. Her voice was soft, her gaze was 

tender. I looked away, suddenly ashamed  of 

revealing so much of  my heart. 

The Goddess held out her hand to me, and I 

took it. The Goddess said, I know you well, child. 

All your hurts and disappointments, but I know 

your triumphs, too. The times you risked yourself 

to see justice done  For another, the times you 

succeeded or spoke your mind, or had the heart 

to dare what others thought was foolish. 

I'm mighty proud of you. She said, I love you, and 

I'm always with you. She gazed into my eyes 

for a moment. She left me with a kiss upon 

my brow and she was gone.