CINDERELLA MD

Your work is sacred the old ones told her
Do it in prayer and humble service
You can't use your hands both to hurt and help
Choose carefully the path you will travel

Do you choose or are you the chosen one
Do you see the terrifying beauty
Of the veiled world where life dances at night
Do your hands burn with the gift of healing

Does your Spirit breach and keen for the one
Cut loose by the torment of betrayal
Do you mourn for the ones who will not cry
Do you buckle under the weight of grief

Sing the healing songs of our Ancestors
Dance to the throbbing heart of Creation
Spin with the rotation of Mother Earth
Until you can fly with your own power