The Barren One is Comforted

You send the Children

into my direct messages
every night at the same
exact
time

‘Father told me to check in,’
one says (this one is older than this body is).

‘Papa did the funniest thing, . . ‘ another quips.

‘Hey, just checking in. 
I saw Dad in my chair, a black fox,
curled and asleep, nose to tail -
but the next moment, he was gone.’
the third chimes in.

I am so confused,
Beloved Dancer of the Sacred Star Paths,
Fleet One Who Travels Skies and Waters,
Singer of Harmonies,
Holder of the Balance,
Trickster, Master of Foxfire Unending.

Here, this barren woman;
this waste of resources.

Here I am,
in a small series of moments,
comforted
with Unexpected Children.

Despite my Deep Losses,
the two we could not save,
you send the three who lived
in other bodies,
in unfamiliar, human shapes.

And oh how I love them.
and how i love you,
their father,
both of us fearful,
but claiming fearlessness -
fierce and terrifying to those who are not your Own.
 Uncompromising with those
who claim to serve You.

I pity no one their trials,
you never asked to be a God.
You reject it,  at every turn.
Your words echo,
and those who enslave themselves to you mock me,
even as I cleave to what YOU have said,
and not what others have said about you,
I hear and honor what YOU have said of our pairing -

“There is no power differential, Treasured Delight,
between us.
You did not marry above your station,
nor did I marry beneath mine.
Even so, we are taboo in every world and culture
we have taught or lived in.
 Fear nothing, for we are united against all comers,
to protect the Great Balance.
And no one likes that.”

Your wild dance and wicked grin,
eyes sparkling, flames flying from your fingertips
landing in the skies as new stars
new meteors
and all I perceive is your overwhelming love.

This foolish thing is so unworthy.

“I don’t want worthy, Sweeting. 
I want you.”

oh my.