A poem to celebrate World Poetry Day
The Great Mother by Clare Cameron “If we think with the Earth spirit, our souls become populous with beauty, for we turn the cup of our being to a spring which is always gushing.” A.E. The Great Mother sustained me at that time Of the bare earth and the cold rime With the purity of her clear air, The acceptance of the seasons year by year, The serenity of patience in her face That soothed the heart and slowed my pace. Wher’er I walked, by hill or field or shore, In summer time she never gave me more. Her calm, her majesty and powers Strengthened me and taught me in those hours. Under the open sky, or through the shadowed wood New truths were given and were understood. Vast and deep her wisdom. With her lore Our souls are fed, perhaps as ne’er before. In winter quiet, where frozen is the rill Herself she gives, our emptiness to fill. Clare Cameron, Memories of Eden London: The Mitre Press, 1976