hand holding a heart

Never Alone

Susan Morgaine

I come before you
To ask you how
How I can heal
Myself right now

My head is down

It should be held up
I beseech you, my lady,
To drink from your cup

You have given me the sword
Sovereignty is mine
But the sword is so heavy
The Tor I need to climb

I’m carrying a pain
So deep inside
One that’s so harmful
It’s hard to define

I need to raise my head
And raise my sword
But hurt is all I find
I ask you, please,
To help me unbind
The pain that I feel

I am reaching out my hand
I know you will be there
To help me to find what I need

To lift my sword
To be the sovereign woman
I am meant to be

For I know, with you
I am never alone
I can lift that sword
I can climb the Tor
I can raise my head
For you are with me


Susan Morgaine is a Priestess, Traditional Herbalist, Writer, and Teacher.

She has taught Kundalini Yoga and Meditation for over twenty years, being a certified instructor through the Kundalini Research Institute; additionally, she is certified in Chair Yoga.

She is a Certified Women’s Empowerment Coach/Facilitator through Imagine A Woman International. She has long been involved in Goddess Spirituality and Feminism, teaching classes, and workshops, including Priestessing local Red Tents.

She is a former monthly columnist with PaganPages.org. Her writings can be found in The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed and the Goddess”, as well as Mago Publications “She Rises, Volume 2, and “Celebrating Seasons of the Goddess”. She is the author of “My Name is Isis, the Egyptian Goddess”, part of the “My Name Is” series of children’s books. She has also been published in Jareeda and SageWoman magazines.

She is a Reiki Mistress and Certified Crystal Specialist. A member of the Sisterhood of Avalon, she can be found at MysticalShores.com.


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