The Mothering Blackness

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She came home running
  back to the mothering blackness 
  deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of her face 
  She came home running

She came down creeping
  here to the black arms waiting
  now to the warm heart waiting
rime of alien dreams befrosts her rich brown face 
  She came down creeping

She came home blameless
  black yet as Hagar’s daughter
  tall as was Sheba’s daughter
threats of northern winds die on the desert’s face 
  She came home blameless

© Jon Anderson