She Is Weeping

I ask my Mother, Godde on high, in my

heart I hear her calling

I wonder of her love and sorrow

For her children fallen

I do not question her known face

I do not ask to see it

But as I ask for love and grace

It isn’t hard to be it

I wonder deeply when I’ll know

For certain what my purpose

But as I listen for the glow

I understand what worth is

It’s in the light between the trees

It’s in the burning embers

It’s in the snow and waves and breeze

It’s in my heart so tender

I deconstruct the pain that was

taught to be your teaching

I know that Love so deep so holy is not

a souls deep grieving

Love is found in kissing her, in holding

her so gently

Love is found in saying no, when

actions tear and bend me

Love is found in deep forgive,

In letting go of anger

Love is found in stillness’ sound

In the eyes of a known stranger

I used to lose myself so deep

within my thoughts and madness

And knowing that divinity

isn’t about what’s more, but less

My tongue falls funny in my mouth

when I speak of you,

I have yet to build the space to know

Myself, or your great truth

I want to care, I want to hope, and in

this new found secret,

I ask you Mother, for your care,

So when truth is found,

I keep it

I will not shame I will not guilt

Myself into this Loving

For knowing right from wrong is

Apart of this great humming

For space beyond biology

In my mind I beg for

For life beyond my compulsion

For life beyond thoughts bedsores

Mother this here is my prayer

I ask for in your timing

I do not often speak in verse

I do not speak in rhyming

I searched for you in desert sands

In mountains ponds and seas

I looked for a face and voice like me,

not knowing you were the rocks I touched

not knowing you were in me

How do I cope with all this madness,

With death and war and shame

I wonder if they knew your Love if your

land they’d kill to claim?

I wonder if they escaped their books,

Would they see father, sister, child?

Would they hear the drum of the divine

In the bodies as they piled?

If on your skin they stopped drawing

lines would Peace be one step nearer

If from their own conditioning freed

Would familial eyes see clearer

I do not wait for the great day,

for any second coming

I know there is divinity now,

when I hear the soul strings humming