Glass-Winged Butterflies.

Denise Adaya Marcel

We surrendered our power

in the beginning

of the persecution of the Goddess-

six thousand or so years ago-

because we were afraid for our lives,

but that has evolved into surrendering

because we were afraid

to lose a way of life

that no longer serves us......

it actually turns our bones to dust,

thus we have become slaves to fear

and creature comforts

and there will be nothing left to prove that we ever lived-

save a minuscule pile of dust. 

We surrendered our love of the Goddess

and as a result

began to devalue and fear each other,

hurt one another; and betray the Mother.

No longer do we protect

our siblings, our twins from the abyss.

No longer do we come bravely when they call out in distress.

When we abandon the Goddess

and forgo niceness;

how we slice and dice our sisters

as if it were their fault

we surrendered to diffidence.

But consider,

reconsider:

 Love is the only spark

that can rekindle our flame;

their wounding of us, their wounding by us..... 

 Sisters cut the deepest,

....but

Forgiveness is the grace

and the face

of the Goddess.

We surrendered our love for the Goddess

and forgot that She is the only one

who can stoke the healing fire

of gratitude and stroke it until

we are all alight ...

....all of us....

and standing tall

in our powerful centers....

empathetic Illuminati all;

genetically sympathetic to the sum of all fears.

She would never run away,

She would never say,

"Not today."  

We surrendered our Love of the Goddess

when we assumed that we were glass-winged butterflies,

but ha ha ha................

I am calling you on this:

we are not as weak or fragile as we pretend to be.

Women...Goddess...Sister we

 are the ethereal,

matrilineal oracles

who make fire possible.

we healers are solar wind,

we elders are

the perfect storm

that engenders

the ability to begin again....

..and....and .....so it is.

Tantamount is our ability to face resurrection.

We shun the Goddess in Her hour of need,

we tell Her She is not worthy of our discomfort,

but listen....

We are pillars of fire;

luscious beacons of desire,

lo, we soften to embers  

In our weakened state of "pissed-on" funeral pyre.

But be aware, it is time soon to gather compassion around us like firebrand and show we are the epitome of epiphany.

Surrender to the Goddess

and...

...holy Mother of God....

Prepare for a monsoon

of loving, grateful forgiveness.

Ready yourself for Love's rising Moon,

but it is not a man's face you will see smiling back at you.

.

Steady and swift,

come back to eternal bliss

as you recognize that Goddess means fearlessness

and forever

and power.....

Unquestioning safety net.

A Goddess without the inner strength to endure 

 cannot count herself a place of refuge.

Dearest Sisters, we are the keepers of the flame.

We are the insurers of safety,

Our united knowledge is the destroyer of all shame.

Trust me........

The Religion of the Goddess is Empathy.