By my daughter
my dear, weary daughter
welcome home
I bless you
for I perceive that ye are poor in spirit
I see your heart
you’ve washed my feet with your tears it’s
no small gesture
to reach for my robe in remission
now, you need not spend any more
of your living on physicians
rest in me
rest from the malaise
and furors of the wilderness
the world and its ways
yes, you are broken
but also no longer beholden
to treachery
no longer a slave to slogans
though you know sometimes
they’re actually kind of true
I did give you a body
and I gave you freedom to choose
but when creature quells creator
and walks only after the flesh
peace and life are forsaken
to be carnally minded is death
there’s a time and place
for the fire that burns within
as for the man that left you here
I’ll have my words with him
it may seem to the world
the burden is unfairly weighted
but I say unto you
it’s a burden incomparably favored
for as the work of creation proceedeth
in this grand and daring story
those who share in this work
shall also share in the glory
but before the great harvest
of ripening divine
there shall persist tares among the wheat
deceiving those who might be mine
they’ll promise empowerment
and go about convincing you
to reject the greatest power that
I could possibly have given you
and lo, the precarious weight
of choosing
for whosoever saves her own life
shall lose it
for God so loved the world
he gave his only begotten son
as Mary can attest – every human conception
is only begotten once
thus, the grave danger
in persons doing the selection
personhood is not a matter
of another persons perspective
personhood
is not determined by wage
gender, location
skin color, or age
personhood
if left to other persons to decide
always begins with rationale
and always ends in genocide
it’s a frail and fallen abode
that all men are dwellers of
I’ve told you of truth
now let me tell you of love
of the inheritance of those
that seek me in meekness
for behold, my power
is made perfect in weakness
I know that parts of this passage
feel like being stranded in catacombs
and I know thine accusers
have gathered and cast the first stones
but in the fulness of time
when all the dust settles
for those on the rock of salvation
those perils will be but pebbles
there’s no wound I can’t heal
no depths I haven’t descended
though justice must prevail
mine arm of mercy is extended
my joy is full
in the saving of your soul
virtue has gone out of me
and made you whole
now arise, listen
come follow me
be a fisher of women
tell them what you know
what you wish you’d known when
you were kin to their conundrum
show them they are not alone then
tell them of my love
in all the grace I’ve afforded you
tell them I am comfort in crisis
I will meet their fears with fortitude
give voice to truth and beauty
where chastity is cherished
tell them to plan parenthood
in the divine covenant of marriage
at the mere mention of such words
legions will swarm and besiege you
it is now as it’s been before
heed them not, for I will lead you
go and light the world
dear daughter, live in me
be of good cheer for in your faith
I have forgiven thee
What do you think?