This is why the stars shine

On the ever winding road
Walking the labyrinth
Whose twists and turns spiral again
And overlap the hardest lesson
The lesson I failed 17 years ago
Wisdom has taught me how to read faces and smell lies
And to beware the eyes of Men
Who value quantity over quality.
Silence teaches me how to listen.

For you whom the absolute value is what you squeeze out of others,
So long as they surrender everything they are,
For you whose highest goal is to reduce
Transmutation into enterprise,
And whose will is done only for profit,
Your ethic is compromised,

For you who will lead the flock, like lemmings,
Into the abbatoir,
Stumbling and feeling their way through every “black mountain”,
Showing them the way,
And irresponsible to your duty to clean your mess,
When they fall forward on the knives,
Horrified by their blood and shadow,
You promptly wash your hands,

For all of you who perform a disservice unto gods and men,
Stars will rise, burning brighter than a thousand suns,
Chariots aflame with the thousand-eyed,
guiding and nurturing sheep once taught that they bear the scarlet letter,
Who can show them the beauty of the darkness and the light,
And teach them to love themselves once more.


Published by: Katie Anderson

Katie Anderson is a priestess, mentor, researcher, writer, and artist. She writes essays, poetry, and fiction that intersect history, philosophy, and spirituality. Previous publications include Lilith: Dark Feminine Archetype. She is currently preparing her first book, When Above for self-publication. She lives with her husband and son in Troy, Missouri.

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