The Goddess waits

The Goddess waits with patient smile
for tides to turn and then
she draws the homage duly meant,
transforms the world of men.

Her time is now, her day is when,
her ages past recall, this ancient
crone and guileless maid who
knows before we know.

She has the duty to perform
and non can stop the flow,
of her timeless thoroughness-
creation come to now.

Her role is written placed upon,
the ether, marked and full
for it to be eternal shown
that woman also rules.

I feel her power in me now
and know where she has been
and still she guides my inner eyes
and bids me ever dream.