The Poet Goddess

When you lost your voice

She sat silently commanding you to speak

reproaching you with just a glance, yet

Her hands run through your hair

sending kinetic charged particles

down your spine. She says,

I am God.

You say:

God Bless Us All. We Are All Sad Lonely Children.

Why do we run from love?

You cry out, “Oh God, why am I such a fool?”

She just looks at you with sad eyes.

You say:

“Why did my love turn away when I needed her most?

Oh God, why would you let me believe

in something like magic?”

God casts Her eyes away and points to the blank page.

Love does not protect you from doing the wrong thing

And God won’t let you sleep until you’ve said confession

You say:

“Oh God, could you not hear me cry out?”

God stares down like thunder. She takes your breath

away like the wind before the storm comes

crashing in the trees; smashing the waves on the shore

wind roaring like madness in the darkness lit only by angry flashes

of lightning that freeze your face in fear, you cover your ears

and bow your head before God’s fury.

And yet…

And yet She lifts you up with Her eyes. Her hand brushes your cheek.

God is the eternal mystery that is love.

You are just beginning; She is the alpha and omega.

You take a breath and then begin to write.