Hope in the Divine Feminine

(A response to Psalm 30)

I remember a time not far from my mind
when it was cold, damp and empty above me, below me, in front and behind.

A time when I was surrounded by the suffocating smog
when our greed, waste and suffering was human’s repeating monologue.

It was just a moment ago when I was thinking of the world’s devastation
becoming overwhelmed and paralyzed from earth’s impending cessation.

But something changed from that moment to the one I am in now,
I can still see a green leaf, the sun rising and I can’t help myself but bow.

Bow to the beauty, to the art and creativity
that God, Divinity, Universe is still reconciling unity

She’s whispering to me, moving my body in luminous sensuality,
to fully experience her presence, her passion and potency breaking apart our dualities.

She’s telling me to cry, to cry with gusto and grief
at the sadness I experience when I see the dying leaf

Or the greed and power and patriarchy that’s poisoning our souls,
or the confusion and the sorrow when we see our loved ones go.

And she also prompts my laughing, deep chanting, dancing, creating
to be fully alive and awake, feeling rhythm in hope’s collaborating.  

I know, my dear lover, how we can remain in restless despair,
but I ask you to look upward and awake in the next moment, away from there

Bless yourself, feel your curves, bow deeply, light candles and praise her,
cry loudly, laugh deeply and come join in the dance of the reconciling Mother.