She Has Been Waiting


She offers her hand to Him

She acknowledges His path

The shedding of Self, of masks, of the lie

She has been waiting


For Him to return home

In the moments of darkness She was there

Her hands resting on His soul

Breathing Her love through Him

Allowing Him to experience

To feel

To understand

His wounds became His fire

His scars became His wings

He carved His sword from His own blood and tears

She looks deeply into His eyes

The recognition is pure

She knows Him so well

They have danced many times before

She bows in honour to Him

To the oneness that lies within

Her heart dances in the knowing

The birth

The invocation

The mastery

One breath

One step

One day at a time 

Emma BethMusings