Wednesday, January 8, 2014

How Humorous

How humorous that we women thought that if we modeled behavior for our men
That we would eventually lead them away from their definitions of sin.
We had no idea that, with our attempts to impact their behavior,
We were insuring that they would continue rejecting our personal savior.

Each male human wants to be the only alpha male in his tribe or pride.
By accepting the example of another male, each felt denied.
We must go back to the more basic in animal behaviors,
So that our mates will feel they are our physical families' saviors.

When will we get past the notion the that there are queens and kings
That will present us with all our most precious childhood imaginings?
The glory of adulthood is in seeing clearly our own talents and mission
We can finally make plans to accomplish our goals with precision.

There is no family, no religion, no sacred ceremony or ritual
That can take the place of of you living a life that is truly full
Most of us have a sacred place in community, when accepted;
It is sad that so many talents are, by the time of birth rejected.

The saddest of all stories is in the children born with dead souls,
Created by people who were themselves not spiritually whole.
They go on to produce animals that walk upright like we do,
But the ability to have free will is possessed by only their few.

We have many who proclaim their undying devotion to them,
The reality being they fail as responsibly compassionate friends.
manna doesn't fall from the sky; nether do diaper changers;
When these are needed, most "Christians" are complete strangers.

I do not say that they should abandon their own families,
But they accept that "God" punishes sins with disease.
The men go about their business of throwing money at them
The women are dying as they lose all of their "Christian" friends.

Even the story of Jesus as he suffered and died
Had the men he loved the most hiding as the cried.
Who needs a religion that is based on male cowardice?
Women have now seen the hypocrisy that men resist.

Call us when you have a theology built on long gestation,
Not one built on an immediate, painless view of creation.
Nothing worthwhile happens in the blink of a god's eye
No matter how diligently the celibate clergy has tried.

We are recently, as mothers, beginning to insist
That our mates participate in consequences they resist.
Sacred science has given mothers ways to prove paternity
No longer will males be held, from responsibility, free.

My hope is that males will now hold each other to rules;
The laws of religion and law are simply useful tools.
My body will long be dead before injustices cease
I hope that how I've lived my life will, justice, increase.

Do You Know What You'd Have Done?

It is so easy calling oneself "Christian," assuming we all are tempted the same way,
But when faced with the weaknesses that we don't share, we have too much to say.
"How could he or she do such an immoral thing," is a popular way to judge others,
As if we are all born identical to our physical, earthly sisters and brothers.

The Christo-pagan belief that Jesus was a god while he walked the earth
Diminishes the possibilities with which each human is given birth.
We are all made to be messiahs to others, in our own small ways,
But this is not how the story of Genesis has been rephrased.

All the generations of obedience to the highest abilities in humans
Have been made, by those who sought power, into a shame-filled sham.
They presented themselves as the only arbiters of salvation's story,
Refusing to admit to all of humanity's special crowning glory.

How is it that generation after generation seeks charlatans;
As if this level of slavery is what human salvation demands?
We continue to look outside of all that we experience in the universe
Because we believe those that tell us all creation has been cursed.

Look around you without listening to those who see the negative;
We've all been given different choices in how we're meant to live.
Not one of us needs an intermediary between ourselves and divinity;
The image and likeness of The Holy Spirit is in the universe we see.

I am simply thrilled that I have a small part in this cosmic miracle;
I accept that my understanding of this infinity will never, in my life, be full.
In fact, a great part of the joy in the life and times given to me
Is in continuing to know that I'll never reach the end of this mystery.

Do any of us truly know, given another's body and temptations
What we would have done in another's given, individual situations?
I choose to believe that each positive input that I give to another
Will help to guide the universe in making us all sisters and brothers.

I spend little time wondering who is better and who is worse;
I believe we each only physically manifest the divinity of the universe.
I believe all this energy will eventually come together as one,
As it was in eternity, before the universe we see was begun.