He never wants to fall in love; it’s just
That every once in a while She walks
Into his life, grows wings, bursts
Into flame, and then he knows
It’s Her, and he must love
As long as She decides to stay,
Whether a year, or just today.
Sometimes she doesn’t even know,
And there is no way to tell her; so
He works, and waits for the pain to end,
Knowing She’ll be back again.
But when she hears and can assent —
Flesh within flesh all prayer transcends;
He surrenders to the Goddess, drowns,
And somehow comes to life again
Between the mantra’s start and end.
And because old ladies will call it shame,
He gives her arms, gives her a name,
Ordains and sends her forth aware
That now she does the Lady’s will:
She will find men who worship Her,
Seduce them to the Craft, and send
Them forth to seek her out
On whom the Lady’s fire descends —
And then the dance begins again.
This is writ on a set of highway signs,
With secrets revealed in every line.