Healer Sekhmet

I Am fierce Black,

Mother of Remedy.

Thank Me

for My good medicine,

these bottles of red beer,

wise blood of dancing Change,

urging ‘Drink Me!”

Thank Me for filling pages,

messages in bottles,

with My wisdom

to calm your rages,

bitter-sweet pills

to cure your ills.

I Am Healer! Hear My Hum.

You know that you pollute

My water shed, My generous Good,

with man-shed blood.

You know you are destroying

(precious, irreplaceable)

your world.

Fearlessly call Me!

Meet Me with courage when I come!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018