i'm starting to think that the greeks
were onto something
that One God was just not enough
the temple was crowded
so
they split our Parents at Their virtuous seams
and worshipped the Characteristics
of God the Father
and God the Mother
of course
we know they got carried away
they learned to forget
to obsess
to profane
but a thousand years have passed
and the pendulum has swungtoo far
forgetful obsessive profane men
in their mad rush to monotheism
shoved Her
into storage, under beds, into back garden sheds
and worshipped only Him
the One they could metabolize
colonize
fight for
die for
kill for
but,
my Creator
is not hiding under a pile of ancient conjecture
dust-covered, dismantled, dishonored
by lazy faithmakers who insisted there must be Only One
She was not smothered by negligence
drowned by ignorance
or silently vaporized by doctrine
She smiles the dawn
She breathes the tide
She paints the night
She pours the rain
She speaks the grain
She raises spring from the dead
She cradles billions of heads
in Her lap and brushes our hair because
She is Mother
She, a Perfect Partner, created
all of the tragic folks who tried to erase Her
defame Her
destroy Her
they are Hers
and She is there, pushing the pendulum back this way
smiling
waiting patiently
for us to clear the cobwebs of small mindedness
and build Her a temple in our guts
one that cannot be rationalized into disappearance
explained away by unimaginative sexism
no.
we must build in our guts a temple
that can house
Her and Him
our Creators
our Gods
