About the author: Isa Moon is one of the founding members of the PTC. She spends her free time with her husband and with her family on their farm in the Northeast Kingdom.
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Wandering Through Fields

Wandering through fields
Under cloudy skies I stop
In the dark night to listen.
The river flows,
A bat flies,
The wind moves,
The clouds break and,
For a moment,
I am bathed
In the light of the moon.
Looking up I see
The silvery Goddess
Full and round like
An expectant mother;
My face raised
I raise, too,
My arms.
She fills me with
Her healing light
Before the clouds
Return.
My face and arms
Lowered
I continue
But a smile sits
Upon my lips
As happiness
Fills my heart.
6/6/2000

Away

To be away from you
Is to leave half of myself
Somewhere else.

To be the Goddess
Standing Mid-Summer’s Eve
Not knowing where her Lord is.
To be an empty vestal
One that can never be filled
No matter how you try.

To be me
Here
Without you.
5/21/2000

Distance

The distance,
The time,
Both hateful spaces
That separate
You and I.
I try to explain
To my heart
That it won’t be long
But it only understands
You are not here
Then breaks
A little each day.
7/12/1999

Storm

Darkness comes quickly.
The clouds roll
Fast but silent
Through my soul.
The distant rumble,
The first drops of rain,
A streak of lightning...
The rain comes,
Faster,
Harder;
The thunder
Closer,
Louder,
The lightning,
Brighter...
7/9/1998

The Virus

I lie in bed
Waiting for sleep.
Thoughts and stories race
Through my head.
I rise and look out;
The fog is thick,
Broken only by
A dim light
That shines steadily.
Wishing only
To see the stars,
I look vainly above;
No stars are found,
Just an empty blackness.
The same blackness
Fills my soul,
But unlike the blackness
Around me,
It will not disappear
In the morning light.
It grows,
Taking over like
Some uninvited virus.
There is not cure
And it wraps itself
Around my heart.
1997

Miracle

Love is a miracle
That many people miss
The walk through life
With their hearts closed tight.
They fear the pain
That love can bring.
I fear the pain
That a life
Without love
Will bring.
1997

Little Stream

Little stream,
You follow your course.
You do not know
Where it will lead
But you follow
As a young child
Follows its mother.
You know not
Where you cam from
Nor where you ill go,
But you do not argue.

Little Stream,
I, too, follow
An unknown course,
I know not
Where it will take me
And I am afraid.
I wish I had the courage
To keep on,
As you do.
1997

Howling

The wind is howling,
A storm is near.
The wind tells me stories
I wish not to hear.

It carries the cries,
Of those lost and dying.
I sit here doing nothing,
Not even trying.

Sparks of light
Flash through my brain
Show me the souls
Crying in the rain.

The sky grumbles,
The wind blows near,
Drawing the souls closer,
As I am in fear.

The wind howls past us
Its stories carried on
The light creeps over the mountains
It is now dawn.
1996