Vølva's Web

Vølva Vigga walked wearily where no one had thread'
deep in her thoughts she was shaking her head.
Was there nothing she could do to help the children
nothing that she could say to save them from withering?
She puzzled - should she go back to whence it began
when the world was young, just a speck of sand?
That grain which evolved into the grand mother
Gaia and the planets, the stars, and all other
beings in the universe so great to behold
why her children is killing their own abode?
Her sisters Isis, Ki, Frigga, Athina, Uma
Sarah, Brigid, Khadija, Maria, Tara,
Amaterasu, Shakti, Anahita Matsu
Mami Wata, Eingana, Hina-Ika, Mavu.
Each of them tries their best to reign
this earth, their brood, to keep them sane
healthy, nourished, brighteyed - not vain.
Hubris! They forgot Sophia, their sister,
who insists on skeptism and blister
if they for jingoism and fanatism fall
besotted by orators and snake charmers' balls.
Sophia, figured Vigga the Vølva, would save
Gaia's brood from themselves enslave'd
from fallacious self-righteous blind spots
mixed with political damning bigots -
a soup so toxic that Vigga wonders
if Sophia could stop and about it ponder.
Could Isis' kindred learn to accept the other
without promoting Osiris her brother
as sine qua non to their genuine plan
or Gu, Mavu's son, a warrior and a man
who was supposed to this planet endow
with arts and crafts and no war sow
but did he do it - no, and Mavu is sad
cause this place is all that she ever had.
Vigga the Vølva to Sophia hotly appeals
"Tell me what can I do to change this yield?"
Sophia, highborn, took pity on her sister
and smiled, leaned over to whisper
in her snail coiled ear with pearly-lobe,
"Vigga, there is only one thing - hope
for democracy and honesty to survive
otherwise they are all going to die
and leave Gaia worse than they her got -
nothing - for their own brood in the pot.
They have to learn to listen to each other
man, woman, sister, and little brother.
They have to stop the killing in somebody's name
they are just avoiding to take their own blame.
They have to try and save the earth from melting
otherwise strong winds will come belting.
They have to be nice and their fate embrace
they must remember we're all the human race.
To be kind to animals and themselves respect -
then they chance survival. So is my behest".
Sophia smiled at Vigga the Vølva and said
"Go and lie down in thy silvery bed
dream about good tidings, mead, and joy;
tomorrow you will have to toil thy soil".
Vigga thanked Sophia and gave her a gift
she had carried all along - an herbal mix.
They parted - Sophia in the mist - enchanted
Vigga on the bank of the river entranced
the fifth seaon between summer and fall
brought forth beautiful spiderwebs for all.