Trigger warning. This poem is about Death.. and Murder.. It is also a Prayer and a Blessing to one whose life was taken abruptly.. In light of recent highlighting of systematic violence towards women, it feels time for this poem Butterfly to be set free.
🦋 Butterfly Now in the sky Colours bright Warm fire light You shone for us Without a fuss Your Love pure Full of allure Moth to flame Full of blame End of game Life’s not the same Your body claimed With anger maimed But not your Soul Gentle as foal Strong as Ox Boy, you took some knocks And we must feel our rage Then turn the page Lest his wildfire Burn us all on pyre Play his game Become the same I hope you now know How much we loved you so We’ll grieve and cry Ask “why oh why?” But now it’s time to go As Souls journey flows From life to death We become One breath In Heaven no fear Presence always near Life appears finished Presence never diminished Although we’re blue Our Love for you Will last forever Forget you? Never Your beautiful smiles Got us through trials Ability to care Always there With a kind word Pointing out the absurd We’re woven in time A tapestry sublime Remember you have wings Go, make Heaven sing Don’t be like him Who’s light is dim Light the sky From Heaven high For Angels await At Golden Gates Rest in their arms Away from harm You gave your best Now, go home and rest 🦋 ©The Bendy Witch
Authors note: This is for those who have lost a loved one to domestic violence and for the Beloved Souls whose life is ended through violent means. May this offer some support to those in this world and those struggling to rest in Peace on the other side.
Part of Shamanic practice is honouring the ancestors, helping the deceased transition Peacefully and guiding lost Souls back home.
The candle pictured was burned with intention that the flame be a guide, a lantern through the underworld for one who’s life was taken before her time. Do not underestimate the power of Prayer and help of Spirit in bringing about Justice. Little rituals can help us with grieving. They can also be a conduit to support others who are struggling to grieve.
I firmly believe death is a doorway and not the end. This does not in any way negate the preciousness of life. Life is not something to be flippant about. Life is to be appreciated. Stop violence against women. Stop hurting each other. Stop violence full stop.
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