Trinity

You are

pregnant belly
bursting with fruit
to me.

You are
child’s laughter on the wind,
widow’s shriek
joyful singing
dying sigh
to me.

You are
deep cave
bright sun
merciless winds
to me.

You are
all that is innocent
and sacred, and profane
to me.

You are mystery
simplicity
wholeness.

You are blood
flowing
tears
cleansing
waters
breaking.

You are
sound of leaves above
feel of ground below
fire of wonderful hoping
waves crashing
against my heart

You are.

Crow Mother Acrylic & charcoal on canvas Jani Franck, 2013

Crow Mother
Acrylic & charcoal on canvas
Jani Franck, 2013

 

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