When The Great Mother Makes Waves

When the sky is dark in the early afternoon,

And thunder pounds to inform the full Moon,

To cause the tides to rise with volatility

And informs the winds to dance through the trees,

When the lightening becomes our amassing light,

Not quite enough to overcome the cast of night,

When the silver lining, we seek through the clouds,

Is the only hope that this will turn around,

When the sky’s this dark in the early afternoon

It makes it too difficult to not concede…

And let the rumble of the heavenly djembe drums

Lull me to a restful sleep,

 

Yemaja dances in the water, and makes big waves.

She protects all her children,

And keeps them safe.

She guides the mariners, to shore

To live another day,

Or takes them with her, as lovers

Under the bay

Her salty flesh refreshes the shores

And her glistening trinkets

Are shone through the storm,

For after the brazen roars of Ogou,

Is a need for the calm and tenders,

Of love…

In the arms of the Moon

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