The Goddess Poem by Howard Osborne

THE GODDESS

She points away to her right
Pale face and look of disdain
Yet, there is meaning in this
Insights only the sages know
For us all, as above, so below
I sense something to be amiss
There is a merest hint of pain
Unmasked, and in plain sight

She is the Goddess of the sky
Sun and storms as her choice
Clouds that can hide all tears
It is rain that we all recognise
As sweet drops from her eyes
It may be the sum of all fears
So rarely, one hears her voice
Am I allowed to discover why

Obeissance may now recede
As civilisation slowly matures
No wonder she is suffering so
Our respect is more than duty
As well as recognising beauty
But one day, she may just go
Yet a memory of her endures
Despite beliefs of a later creed