forget that you are a King
and expect ME to remind myself
in the simplicity of KNOWING
you are a King, that I
am daughter--female child? like your mother--
of King. Why cannot Mary be Queen of Heaven?
I ask Why Woman is debased
and debasing her selves in the earth
man-handled by weathervanes in
the Forgetful King's Courting the white cloth
that will only be red, again and again and again
she is a woman.
Was Mary given the option of being
named Queen of Heaven, and did she politely, rightly, in excellent
nobility decline the title, knowing herself? I may be still,
if you would say, and keep saying and never forget
to say For Yourself to me, that You are King,
mindful of the Woman you served as Son, and not a Pimp
of the Feminine Willingness to bend, bow, prostrate
out of devotion to the Promise of You, forgetful King of Glory.
I miss sunshine for the promise of you.
I miss manufactured joys for the promise of you.
I miss the distance of here to there for the explanations of You,
reminding myself I am a woman, reasoning THAT
as the reason you forget yourself.
Just Go Away, if you're not going to hold me.
Posted by nancy at July 12, 2009 11:24 PM