My bloodline dreamed you into being
A thousand mothers in my wake
My womb a cradle waiting for you
To enter in, your choice to take

You are a painting or a poem
You are a baby or a song
You are the birth that all must come to
You are hope that keeps me strong

I hold you in my silent centre
And feel your life close to my heart
But all potential must be realised
And I must birth this work of art

With primal power an earthquake shatters 
The stillness in the heart of me
And in that turmoil Goddess enters
Her ancient rhythms set us free

For you have travelled endless aeons
The red thread of our motherline
And She the weaver of the pattern
That joins us to the soul Divine

©Jacqui Woodward-Smith (20th July 2006 – 20th July 2007)