IAMANJA

Ancient Mirrors of Womanhood, Merlin Stone

Your holy spirit floats

along the cresting waves of water,

as we walk out upon the sands,

night time closing on the longest day of the year,

and join together in small circles

around the sacred boats

that we shall send you,

each whispering our prayers to a flower

that we lay upon the boat,

for Iamanja, Holy Queen Sea.

Flames set to floating campfire logs

flicker on the mounting flowers,

as our boats of prayers are set afloat

upon the edges of your being,

your gently caressing waves

washing about our bared legs,

cleansing away our sadness and our troubles,

bathing away any wrongs that we have done,

and as we watch the sparks of dancing light

dimming in the growing distance,

we know that you are waiting

for the messages we send,

Iamanja, Holy Queen Sea.

Fire reflections in your gently rocking darkness,

light above, so light below,

chanting chorus, keeping time

to the rhythm of your being,

I stand to one side

to watch the others

toss their last flower prayers upon the moving boats,

thinking that you have enough to do

without my adding to your work.

But just before the last boat

floats out too far for change of mind,

I too toss my flower upon the others,

with prayers for your health and long years

and that you may always be

just as we have known you,

Iamanja, Holy Queen Sea