So you’re the Great Goddess

How come they never mentioned you when I was being schooled?

Though come to think of it, they did;

Scarlet woman, Babylonian whore.

My father said I may worship you,

And told me I was Freya’s child, because I was born on Friday.

Strange, that; he is a good Christian,

Jesus man, Mary’s servant.

I am told, my Lady,

Your secret name talks of circumpolar stars,

Never beyond the horizon;

Just how many names do you have?

Sweet Isis, Mother of All,

Queen of Heavens,

Mistress of the Waters, Protectress of all that is living;

Nobody told me you were there, Mother, my Mother.