Sunday, December 25, 2005

I Know You

I know you.
Not Christ the King.
Not God the Father, instead
Goddess the Mother.
The virgin, giving birth.
A double miracle.
Doing what Jesus could not, and no other woman ever did.
And when all is said and done, your baby, the chosen one,
becomes the reluctant Messiah.
But you are not to be forgotten.
In every schoolgirl's coy smile,
In every young woman's dreams and desires.
You live on.
I can feel your curves, and find delight in your hidden places.
Some would loathe you, but they not understand you,
When they use the name of your son to curse you.
From whence they came, also.
I know you. Your time will come.
And then heaven and earth will rejoice.

By Professor Batty


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