The absence of a female god
in western religious beliefs
has harmed us. We are missing:
the soft arms
of a Mother holding us,
soothing us, protecting us.
the warmth of her smile,
when her hand is stroking the soul’s
white wings,
her voice lifting us beyond the cruel earth.
Nothing like her
to stem the flood of tears.
No Mary ever reached higher than the clouds.
Her son always shivers with loneliness.
His strict father on the throne
stares past him, leafing
absent-mindedly though the book
of judgement.
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