Maiden/mother

Between the fierce independence of the goddess of the hunt

And the pure undying love of the resurrector

And somewhere in there is the descent to the underworld...

 

I know more now.

My heart is elsewhere,

My mind struggling to roam.

Maybe they need not be yoked together,

But at least I must be aware

Of their different paths and aspirations.

 

My heart may tug on me like a child's small fingers,

But I may be thankful my mind will always be there

To say "no" to the errant child.

Sometimes, though, the child knows best.

 

Best that they work together.

 

Athame

I am like a quickened blade,

Now with direction.

Cutting down that which is in my path,

I am powerful - unstoppable.

Every blade has its limits,

But filled with potential,

I cut through to my heart's desire.