JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
There is no candle without a flame, there is no night without a moon, there is no strength without motivation, and you are the missing link between all.
You bring light to the darkest corners, love to the loneliest people, music to the quietest streets, laughter to the most solemn frowns. You have that power deep down.
You inspire the uninspired, give hope to the hopeless, motivate the insecure, and you help the needed.
Without flaw, there is no beauty. Without pain, there is no pleasure. Without hate, there is no love. Without sadness, there is no happiness. Without disappointment, there is no satisfaction. And without imperfection, there is no perfection. Without one, there isn't the other.
You are anything, You are everything, You have it all.
You bring peace to a world of fury, You bring balance to a world of offsets.
No words can describe what you are, Yet this is the closest it can get, But this is you... The greatness you are, and the greatness you will become.
