Goddess

She stood like a statue, Her four arms reaching skyward, Auburn hair plastered against alabaster cheeks. Face strained pleadingly toward the Heavens; neck muscles taunt and corded. Salt crusted the corners of Her eyes sand dusted Her shoulders. Her worshipers came from far and near to kiss the hem of Her tattered robe and leave cellophane wrapped prayers at her feet. She’d been standing there since the dawn of time, watching Her children live and die. She had no beginning, no end;
 The Eternal. Forever Mother and Guardian. 
Tiny drops began to fall from The Above, as pilgrims danced and banged ceremonial tambourines. Her tears fell with the rain, washing away the salt and sand. Giant, black clouds hid the evil burning Sun sending her children scurrying from the thunder of her voice. The tears filled the Holy desert, flooding her sacred Temple. The violent waters rose to Her highest fingertips, 
And stopped.

©Sus 2002