I am Eve, always
seeking the knowledge of good and evil,
And
suffering greatly with each revelation in myself and others.
I am Sarah,
the mother of a new generation of leaders in their tribes.
And I am Hagar
who is turned away by other mothers
For fear
that I will turn from handmaiden to matriarch.
I am the mother of Moses, sending my boy off to his destiny;
Though my womb bore him, and at my breasts, he nursed.
I became the handmaiden to those who claimed him.
And I have been called a warrior and judge, as was Deborah.
I am the mother of Moses, sending my boy off to his destiny;
Though my womb bore him, and at my breasts, he nursed.
I became the handmaiden to those who claimed him.
And I have been called a warrior and judge, as was Deborah.
I am Martha
and Mary, both serving and observing,
Wanting to feed
many with warm milk and with wisdom,
Knowing that
there are many not open to mothering.
I am Mary
Magdalene, scorned and scourged as a whore,
And I am the
mother/wife of men who honor my motherhood.
Though I cry
bitter tears of blood for human suffering,
I know that
I can’t turn others from their sacred missions.
If I was
able to be stoic as I follow in others’ footsteps,
Perhaps I would
be allowed to stay at the foot of the cross.
Barring that
honor, I will continue to observe and speak out.
My prayer
for Pentecost is that we all have the courage to speak of what we observe.
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