Longing

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

A poem/prayer offered up to my many Sisters
who have long been dancing with Longing

I have been waiting for you so long

that I have taken Longing as my mate,

consecrated in holy union

by the new moon and a great-horned owl

who received Her light upon white oak limb.

Dare you come to me in the flesh,

pray you know courting

as the bee knows courting,

buzzing sweetness to His floral love

for the consensual spill

of gold-dust pollen.

Pray you have walked with naked feet

so long upon this Earth

that you know how to caress the Feminine

in all her aspects and seasons.

Pray that you long to be received

with a hunger so profound,

and to this day insatiable,

that you know that your only

hope of soulful salvation is

bodily surrender to that which

will devour you.

I pray,

that in the moment of your arrival,

I know you as the

stranger who has long been

my familiar,

the scent after storm,

the voice on the breeze,

the face in the cloud at sunset.

I pray that I know myself

well enough

to stand

and stay

and acquiesce my fears

to a daring do heart.

Longing has been my ritual.

May loving bequest us,

each to the other,

and us in service of the world,

in the language of ceremony.

© 2011-2014/Jamie K. Reaser

From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World" 

To be published by Homebound Publications in October 2015

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