Continuing our reflection on the Sacred Feminine, out of Psalm 103’s language of compassion as “womb kindness” or “womb love” in the original Hebrew, I wanted to share this poem I wrote some time ago celebrating Proverb’s imagery of the Sacred Feminine in Lady Wisdom going out into the streets, seeking wayward souls in need of help & teaching.
What images for the Sacred Feminine resonate to you? What do they teach you?
Your progressive redneck preacher,
Voiceless from the pain
a choked whisper catches in my throat
one word: “Save!”
I have fallen upon gravel road
night dark about me
blanketed by frigid shadows
Howling voices cry out
“Failure! Liar! Cheat! Scum!”
from eyes aglow dripping crimson
and glistening teeth
hot air on my neck
wind like wolves panting for blood.
My eyes shut, terrified
Muscles stiffen, jaw clenches
body and soul ready for the final blow.
Then a voice, like the fall of rose petals
afloat in spring breezes
whispers melodic in my ears
“Child, you are safe”
A gentle grip lifts me
eyes flickering in shock
glimpses of luminescent limbs holding me tight
relax my rigid frame.
I know no more.
My eyes open in my father’s house
safe and secure,
the rosy fingers of morning caressing me awake
the din of night now long forgotten.
Looking down, I am bandaged,
still broken but healing.
Safe by her caring hands.
“Sister Spirit, who are you?”
I cry, as tears of joy drip
thick as summer storm.
Over the tumult of my cries
a sound like silence echoes
those gilded halls,
and in the whispering winter winds
I could almost swear I hear a name: