The Shelters of Stone (Earth's Children 5)

The Mother’s hot milk laid a path through the sky.

His life had begun. She nourished Her son.

He laughed and he played, and he grew big and bright.

He lit up the darkness, the Mother’s delight.

She lavished Her love, he grew bright and strong,

But soon he matured, not a child for long.

Her son was near grown. His mind was his own.

She took from the source for the life She’d begun.

Now the cold empty void was enticing Her son.

The Mother gave love, but the youth longed for more,

For knowledge, excitement, to travel, explore.

Chaos was Her foe. But Her son yearned to go.

He stole from Her side as the Great Mother slept,

While out of the dark swirling void chaos crept.

With tempting inducements the darkness beguiled,

Deceived by the whirlwind, chaos captured Her child.

The dark took Her son. The young brilliant one.

The Mo

ther’s bright child, at first overjoyed,

Was soon overwhelmed by the bleak frigid void.

Her unwary offspring, consumed with remorse,

Could not escape the mysterious force.

Chaos would not free. Her rash progeny.

But just as the dark pulled him into the cold,

The Mother woke up, reached out and caught hold.

To help Her recover Her radiant son,

The Mother appealed to the pale shining one.

The Mother held tight. And kept him in sight.

She welcomed him back, Her lover of old,

With heartache and sorrow, Her story She told.