From her rest within a winter garden

She rose,

Walking lonely paths

Beneath withering boughs.

She wanders wild

And cold earth murmurs

Of Eden’s fruit.

A ghost in fevered hearts,

The perfume of eternity’s desire,

She remembers

God’s kiss

And the vast, devouring night

Before the ocean of universe

Embraced a young morning

And the sky breathed clouds.


About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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11 Responses to Lilith

  1. Robert says:

    An interesting subject, Sue. I have read contradictory stories about her. We loved living in a house in Sydney named after her. Bring on the feminine!


  2. memadtwo says:

    I love the expansiveness of this vision. (K)


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