Sunday, April 13, 2014

My Divine Mother


If God does not equally encompass and represent
 and yet transcend
 the feminine as well as the masculine, 
then that god is too small
to be worthy of worship. 

As it is
I find myself cradled in soft blankets 
on the lap
of my Mother
of my Father
my Friend
the Divine Spark
and the Loving Heart
of Whoever it is
that conceived of
and birthed me
-screaming and blinded by the harsh light-
into the waters of this life. 

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