Oncoming... a poem by Veronica Farmer

I have felt your approach
from the edges of my field of vision
Woken in the night with your breath in my ear
For sometime now
Like a train coming closer 
I see you

It lifts a growing roar in my chest
My shoulders ready
Legs planted in the Earth
To meet forehead to forehead if necessary
Two meteors colliding
I know you

We have battled side by side before
You and I
Throwing bolts across the sky
A circlet of gold upon my upper arm
A sword held white knuckled

Together we are Lion fierce and visionary
Too much the same molten source
for peaceful outcomes
So hungry to wake this world
But fierce is not the way this time
No matter how much we love it
Not now

I see you in your armour of old
You Great King
You are not used to sharing the throne
But you remember me.
The line of the Magdelene

You know who I am
and what I can do
What we can all do together
The miracles this world is waiting for

But I am not come to follow you blindly
Not this time
You must lay down the Patriarch
to see me.

There is danger for us 
in fueling this ancient fire
What will heal it is patience

So, I will shadowbox
and stand
Strong 
this time
Not follow my body 
where it would go
into the volcano 
Creating beauty and chaos

I must hold the energy between us
Wild fire in my shaking hands
calm my voice and my heart
To heal us both
Into sublime golden beauty
The true throne of Healing
for us all

I have my armour 
My sword held low in wait
Until you have learn to breathe...

All Rights Reserved Veronica Farmer 2015