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The Priestess

I start this day with a blank slate —
As if I haven’t ever lived,
As if my memories to date
Are lost and cannot be retrieved,
As if the chant of birds is not
A promise of a sunny day.
I didn’t exist — and on the spot
Today a priestess I am made…
I am Melissa, a honey-bee,
It’s Aeschylus who gave me life!..
… I waited to be blessed by him —
And he has blessed my daring flight!