God is a Woman

when treasures were old
where solar gusts swirl infinitely
the muses of Mount Parnassus
sang to a Goddess elegant
offering their hands
into life giving rain that streams from her
let her give birth to us
and give prospect to our flesh
on the horizon

 

but time assembled stones and threw them into the pit
until all vestige was wiped away
heiress of stripped dreams
emotions wasting away
mixed in metaphor
knowing and entreating humbly
spirit kept behind the half moon
colorless shadows of discretion
winds of emptiness exist eternally
poetry whose old splinters are hieroglyphic
severing heaven from the feminine

impulsive men
changed the tableaus
where edges were worn
surrender beyond ignited kiss
tethered just out of reach
desires tied meant to bind
the innocent pay
for these wild mountings
something to amuse
making a mascot
of her bones

growl in progression
the passion for charade
veiled minds of men
the sacerdotal jokers
you are not your destiny
beyond your decree
of curious persuasion
meant as corselet of masculine ways
determination mixes with the lie
society lost and forlorn
love refused
left confused

Author's Notes/Comments: 

an homage to
Merlin Stone
American Author, Sculptor and a Professor of Art and Art History, who wrote many books, including the controversial feminist book "When God Was a Woman" in 1976.

Briefly, she exposed how Judeo-Christian religions suppressed goddess-based religious practices; and how this affected existing matriarchial and matrilineal society structures resulting in much of the gender roles that we see in society today.

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