THE GOD AND THE GODDESS:

The Goddess met the God one day in the wood,

She stopped, stared & just stayed where she stood,

The God was bent double by a very heavy big sack,

He looked weary & tired with the weight on his back.

 

Goddess asked, “What have you on your weary old shoulders?

Do you cart logs for building, stones or heavy big boulders?”

The God looked at the Goddess & said, I´m just towing the line,

I´ve had the weight on my shoulders since the beginning of time”.

 

The God opened the sack & the Goddess carefully peeped in,

The sack was filled to the brim with murk & all the world´s sin,

The despots, the tyrants, the hungry child & whipped beasts,

The sad were there, the lonely & the gluttons at their feasts.

 

The Goddess lifted the heavy sack from the God´s aching back,

Saying, “Give it to me, it is my turn now, to be carrying the sack”,

The God smiled kindly, thanked the Goddess & went on his way,

The Goddess danced her magic & around the old sack began to sway.

 

Into the sack went potions, moonbeams, sun´s rays & green herbs,

A stirring of wand, the roots of Heaven & the feathers of old birds,

Love, hope & charity, a kindness or two, laughter & the odd smile,

A chant of ancient words, a mixing & melding & then left still awhile.

 

The sack took on the feminine & became lighter in goodness & love,

When all was done, the Goddess then called the God from above,

“Dear friend, from now on, we shall share the sack & do this together,

A world of woe & joy shared between us will be sure to go on forever.