Sophia's Garden 6 the demons are biting

He said, " the demons are biting".
Cold air, sour dew, foreboding fog brings blemished fruit.
Winter is coming. Hold fast to the good harvest. Store sun
in your inner spaces for Joy once ready to play every dawn of summer now burrows deep into the earth for warmth.
She will not answer your cries to return to the winter days.
My feet feel like old roots that only desire deeper dirt.
Reaching above my own head for hope takes all my strength.
I stretch and pray .
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Psalm for Sophia

Mother creator, Sister Christ,
in Her we shall not want.
She makes us lie down in green pastures.
She leads us beside still waters.
She restores our souls.
She leads us on paths of righteousness
for her creations sake.
Even though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of oppression,
I fear no evil, for she is with me.
Her rod and her staff they comfort me.
Her mantle of needles they protect me.
She prepares a table before me
in the presence of my oppressors.
She anoints my head with essence of hyacinth.
My cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy
shall guide me all the days of my life
and I shall dwell in Her house forever.