Reinforced,
I move.
Your god is a guy.
Free to move, and run,
and hide.
Each man has his guy.
Sanctuary in disguise.
Holy hidden place,
where only seekers are allowed.
Where personal conventions
are broken and remolded.
Traditional lack of balance.
Lousy conformity.
Sanctified disparity.
I thank myself for the entitlement.
No time to care, or hold onto.
ancient beliefs.
To be forgiving of myself?
Fuck your hiding place.
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Author:
Helena Yonatan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Georg von Hoesslin, Lilith And The Snake (c.1900)
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Comments2
Too long we have kept the image of God as a man. To me neither male of female but neutral is the way we all form halves of this great wonder of nature.
Yes!
Who is God
I don't know
What is God
Is never truly told
Male or Female
Both in the same
My thought stems toward both
But I also like peanut butter on toast
Ok, that last line was kind of strange
Hope you have a wonderful day
charmful ways of thought-provokers,
inclusive yet elusive,
way to end the day.
You're welcome
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