ALCOVES

Sisters often tell me

The photographs will go

To their Goddess alcoves

Special places in their homes...

A nook

Where she keep

Her special books

Her healing herbs

And fragrances

A place for sacred memories

A place for sacred dreams

A private place perhaps to dance

Or to search for a dance

Older than any civilization

A place to find a lost song

Buried before time

A place to find the words in one's heart

To descibe one's true feelings

Feelings of foundation

Feelings that transcend

Feelings that open deeper

Feelings that mend

A place to bring a friend

To sit quietly and think alike