Goddesses Weaving Fates
Looming large in this tapestry you’ve woven,
In the warp and woof of misdirection
That dangling thread.
I could be dead; will I keep my head?
I grasped the end and gave a pull;
Didn’t know it’d all unravel.
A prayer in a grove;
In vision, gods spoke above.
History of a golden book;
it’s messy. Dare I look?
I turn the pages–
The weft unravels through the ages.
Mortal prophecies misspoken
and onward my heart is broken.
Secrets and lies litter my memories of the sacred;
Over and under can’t repair this skipped thread
Buried pains, unanswered questions, springing loose from the loom.
Days and nights I spend seeking in my room
Forbidden knowledge; dare I bite the fruit?
Will I find the map of life I’ve followed—moot?
Didn’t have to submit;
Thought God wanted it.
Coercion and shame;
It was all a power game.
I gave mine away;
thought I had to stay.
Did what was asked; throughout my past,
But never sure of my salvation.
Tried so hard; looked up to the administration.
They spoke with God didn’t they? —Why won’t they say?
And now I’ve stepped away.
Gathering up the threads I take a seat in my own fate.
Form a weave of love; no longer will I wait
For someone else to speak for God and take the lead.
If she is there she’ll know my need, understand my deed.