In desperation they scream for a more rigid state.
In fear they reside, express it as hate.
Fear of the different, of the soft and of love,
when caring for others is sweet as a dove,
with wings reaching outward, far and so wide,
looking after another, who in safety then hide.
No care, no love, but hate for the Mother,
because that is what it is when we hate one another.
And the Father, so caring, protecting his dear,
is misinterpreted as hate- and resentful - all based in fear,
when His power so great, He can protect all,
and no one will ever feel they can fall.
Hating and fearing just shows all the lack,
how alone we are in our own sack.
No Mother, no Father, but a lonely little child,
totally gone astray in the bewildering wild.
So lonely the steps, so left off and scared,
so fearful of life, where no one has cared.
But the Mother comes back as the chaos spreads out.
In the extremes, one day, she stands there and shout:
"This is my world, it all belongs to me!
From fear and from hate, I now set you free!"
The old hateful bindings are smashed with the old.
Her caring love comes out in the cold
and warmth then spreads out because the screams are absurd
and those holding love are yet again heard.
Little by little, one heart to other
and the world is changed back to that of the Mother.
They fear and they hate, but you cannot change a Truth
The more you hold on to, the more you set loose!
Her people were silent, kept quiet for long,
united they stand now, immensely strong.
Making Her up, because such is Her power,
a Goddess made up of the love for another.
First published September 3, 2015.
© Yvonne Rosenlund