[After Astarte Syriaca by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1877]

Born in waves of pain from such as She
each child comes forth as goddess decrees
a rare jewel, to be blessed, as all can see,
O Astarte, of the waters, welcome he.

From the desert sands, in oasis’ isle like lea,
in the jungles stands, or the mountain’s scree
or on the oceans spans far off in the sea,
O Astarte, of the waters, welcome she.

We bring sweet honey and fine wine to thee
may the pole arise moon crested in the trees
for each child born of woman’s loins cries free,
O Astarte, of the waters, welcome be.

[Deborah Guzzi is a healing facilitator specializing in Japanese Shiatsu and Reiki. She writes for Massage and Aromatherapy magazines. She travels the world to expand her knowledge of healing and seeking writing inspiration. She has walked the Great Wall of China, seen Nepal (during the civil war), Japan, Egypt (two weeks before ‘The Arab Spring’), Peru, and France during December’s terrorist attacks. Her poetry appears in magazines such as: here/there:poetry in the UK, Existere – Journal of Arts and Literature in Canada, Tincture in Australia, Cha: Asian Literary Review in China, Latchkey Tales in New Zealand, Vine Leaves Literary Journal in Greece, and Travel by the Book, Liquid Imagination, Illumen, Sweet Dreams and Night Terrors, Dead Snakes, Literary Hatchet, Silver Blade, and others in the USA.]

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