The Sacred Feminine
30 June 2026
https://poems.culturing.net/2026/06/30/the-sacred-feminine/
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
The pantheon expands to make room
for the sacred feminine, the divine
urgencies of procreation, flowing through time
and body to meet us here, right now.
How little we knew when cloistered
within the abbey walls, the silent
halls of Palestine and Rome,
the masculine single God demanding
total obedience, total desolation. Sex
always rears its ugly head, always
pokes through the sternest walls
at the most inopportune time. We
must learn to embrace it, to love
what we are, as we are, all we are. We will never
be other than animal, never transcend
or escape from the swamps of desire,
nor do any who try find true happiness,
but we can sail well, with sure rudder
(at least sure enough) to ensure
that our time in the sun is not wasted,
but we will not ever find land or
(goddess forbid) flutter off into the sky.
