What say you old hag

Why have you come with your bag full of mystery,

potions and stories….of times gone by and those

yet to come.

 

Why did you haunt my dreams, when I was young

as I hid behind the haystack that that you set alight

with your bag of tricks.

 

Around and around I raced, attempting to escape

your grasp, your gaze from those cold blue eyes.

 

Many times I had those dreams and now you are back to

haunt me once again………………………..

 

What are you trying to say, little girl with the

shattered heart.  Why do you sit shrinking

from your own light.

 

The world is waiting for you stand and rise

to your true glory.

What is the story you tell yourself that has left

you lying in pieces, on the floor.

 

Stand up, rise up and face the hag

That is you.  It was always you.

You from the future, you from the past….

Coming to share the wisdom of the ages..

So that you, the one now broken and scarred

might go forward and create

A spark…. So that you might

Be the spark… that caused the

Fire.. the fire that crackled and burned away all the

Hatred in the world.. that engulfed and consumed

Judgement .. with its heat and love.

A love so bright and glorious that none

Could ignore it.. and all would be

Consumed by it.

 

Rise up little girl with the shattered heart and

Embrace the wise old hag that is you.