The House of Seven Sisters
Atlas Doves
The House of Seven Sisters,
where hope can be released,
by finding faith and purpose,
and renewed spirituality.
The oldest has a crown of roses, careful of her thorns.
The second you should hear her sing, a silent set of silver horns.
Keep an eye out for the third one, she will tease you, wink, and flirt.
The unconditional lover,
and the one that some call mother,
followed by the sacred, sovereign, the other.
The youngest may seem fragile as the average garden flower,
but strength can come upon you when you’ve always played in dirt.
The door is always open,
your invitation,
on the way.
It may arrive tomorrow,
it might be yesterday.
About the Creator
Amos Glade
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