The Warrior Maiden – A Poem

Brandishing burnished Sword
Transparent in armour of Light
There stands the Warrior Maiden
Prepared for the darkest of night.

A curtain sliced through;
A way opened up;
Enters the Maiden
And drains the bloody cup.

Her life on the Altar
Long now has lain,
But up she has risen
Atonement to gain

For those who have hurt her
By whom she was slain.
She calls to the Judge,
“Forgive them my pain.”

Light pierces through;
The Earth opens up;
Stands forth her Beloved,
“You have drunk of my Cup.”

The two who are one
All infirmities feeling
Now spread out their hands
In forgiveness and healing.

Ector Ward, copyright 2006

Thank you Thursday Poets Rally for the Perfect Poets Award.

I nominate Harry Nicholson for the next award.

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