Dear One, Beloved, Precious Child:
I am the Goddess. I know your concoction of thumbprints and lemon rinds, lullabys and saltbrines, as a woman knows her lover. Come into me. Let me enfold you. I know you. I have known you. Drop your stones and ashes at the foot of this mahogany night-sack and enter the sweating caves of the GoddessEarth. Let me surround you. Surrender to the star-freckled fleece of my embrace. I will hold you. Through all furious rockings and rockery, I will hold you.