Isis. the rainbow of sapphire mysteries
you are the calling I hear from
the wind in my bones.
oh mother of life
begotten from your womb of light
we rise now out of the masculine death
that is jehovah’s enslavement
in the fullness of sweet woman’s blood
and fairy rage -
our touch blossoms.
like the tides of earth we are strong
to come again.

I believe in the goddess
the movement for life
thorned by our genderless
brightening for our powerless
and suckling our struggle.
by the rose in my chakras
I tap the androgyne.
with you our love is revolt
with you we are each
atoms of significance.

Diana
my lover of amazons
my triumph of faggot witches.
feed us the lunar nectar
between poems and tears
between silence and celebrations,
and guide us to destroy
the machinery that alienates us.
then shall our captors parasite
upon themselves.

oh Kali
the source the destroyer the
return: in pain dignity
your face is behind our faces.
we are strong
to come again.

Moonrose Shaundel Angeles

From the Lavender Lands, and the space in between,
From the cracks in the world, in the order of things,
We summon the Queer Ones, the fount of our love,
To rise from below and descend from above,
To bridge now the gap that exists in our hearts,
To heal the pain that has torn us apart.
Bring us your laughter and lend us your song.
Join in the struggle endured for so long,
That we now might taste of the water of life,
And be free from the curse that has caused us such strife.
Let us remember our power and place.
Of our home from the stars, in the sweet ones embrace,
To reclaim now the ancient blessings once given,
from the Goddess of Earth, the Goddess of Heaven:
For ours is the wisdom of the moon and of earth,
We stand at the gate between death and of birth.
As the fathers of beauty, as the mothers of souls,
we are healers of spirit, and we walk between worlds.

© Storm Faerywolf 2000
(with permission)