God was a woman, I am told.
I am glad. I am glad that She
- (with a capital S)
- has already had her chance.
I am glad that She has been struck
- from her pedestal
And can join her rightful place
- among the rest of us
- with a lower case s.
Not that I do not admire her symbols
- of life and fertility, I do
But that if She was shaken from
- her sacred abode
Perhaps there is a chance, one
- remote possible crack in the
- firmament, chance
That the great He presently installed
- with His cross, and His blade,
- and His phallic dominance
Might come tumbling from His
- heavenly throne.
I need neither a He nor She to fill
- my life with guilt or awe,
To force me to my knees to pray or bear.
I will not join the circle dance nor
- drink the cup of blood called wine.
Let me alone among the moss and fern
- to whisper poetry to pungent soil,
To rest my face on rough oak bark
- and crumble wild herbs in my hands.
I will in hours dark hold pen in hand
- while wavelike wind washes clean
- my soul.
There will I await the coming of the dawn
- and as the first beams caress
- each stone,
- transcend.
There in that outward flow meet God,
- if God is it be met,
In every interstice where that
- Transcendency inner-connects.
Are the last few lines clear?
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"Let me alone among the moss and fern
- to whisper poetry to pungent soil,"
I adored those lines and the general meaning of this poem, it's good, it's deep and it's not the run of the mill ordinary poetic attempt to be thoughtful, this one works. I didn't understand what you meant by the last two lines even after reading the piece a couple of times but the rest of the poem was clear. Nice work
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Thank you for your kind comments.
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Have you ever read the Tao of Physics or seen the film What The Bleep do I Know? The ideas in the last two lines are very similar to what these works are saying. That God isn't "out there" but actually is both the macrocosm and the microcosm.
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Have you ever read the Tao of Physics or seen the film What The Bleep do I Know? The ideas in the last two lines are very similar to what these works are saying. That God isn't "out there" but actually is both the macrocosm and the microcosm.
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No I haven't, but thanks for the explanation
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Hey ,
well like many of ur other pieces this poem is really thought provoking and worth pondering over . Its really deep , the question , i mean its so interesting . i believe its one of the gr8est and guess will be mysteries of mankind . how is god , or is he a she ? where does he/she live ? oh my god !!!
I really really love this piece nice job
~~~Abhi~~~
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I've noticed that your poem explore some of the same themes. This was written after months of studying Jungian psychology.
I believe that Hindu when looked at from some of the higher levels says much the same thing. Or am I ,mistaken. -
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i believe all the world religions say the same thing . Love , Peace and Harmony among man kind !!!
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Fabulous!
I absolutely loved this piece. You have captured precisely how I feel about religion, as well as how I feel about the interplay between religion and feminism. I have seen What the Bleep Do We Know, and am also interested in mysticism and its varied philosophies. Check out Gnosticism, and the Unmanifest Absolute. If you haven't already read up on them, you'll find they're right up your alley-- the idea that God is something to be tapped into even as s/he pervades all of reality.. Rewarded 4
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Thank you for your comments and especially for your suggestions. I will check them out.
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crystal! :)
I love this one. choice of words is perfect....i can even find a bit of humor in it.
I also like the subtlety of the title and flow and how personal it does sound.
I especially like line 27 thru the end. Maybe because, it sounds like me.
A superb read! write on!
best regards,
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Very clear
Having grown up in the tall glory of northern pine forest which carry their unique sanctity, I felt among friends as I read your poem. Beautifully done,
and yes, the end fits perfectly. A powerful concept demands powerful words.
This is just a comment, because I just lost one for you (in depth) about the increasing fear in the concentric holes in the floor. Strange that, not being logged in, I could have found yours at all. I did not take a copy before it vanished so cannot prove what a scintillating tour de force the reply had been!
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" God poems" are often found throughout history, some question his existence, others deny it, while others ponder on its mystery. Where do i put you? no where, for i refuse to box your work and i will just say it asks us to think.I like the way you build up "God" and then move on that isolation, to that worship that seeks not exaggerated rituals, its is your pen that makes its way.Why wait? When one can outstretch his arm and face his/her god. I am glad that these days as i go to this site i stumble upon a poem and like it.
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they say god supposed to transcend the sexes of is neither male nor female. personally i have no problem with god being a women she couldn't do any worse than the one (or many) we have now. in fact i like dealing with female cops who are easier and more rationale to deal with. and i think female presidents would be much better, especially better than the one we have now altough thats not saying too much.
good poem
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This is really really really really really really god--I mean good-- Good--shgood, yea that’s the one, ha! Get it? I liked this a lot, do you believe in Sgod? I do but I still think it's prolly a He, I can’t prove it though so don't ask me to. I think your talented and I will look forward to more writings.
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June 20, 2006