and She gave us life,
She felt our thirst
and She became the water,
She felt our hunger
and She became the food.
We were given an
and what have we become…
We’ve torn Her flesh…
She cried in silence
as the seas turned red,
filled with blood
of her children,
but we turned away…
Told it was ok…
by sickening egos,
manipulating minds,
arrogance scared of dying
and clinging to the vapor of its life.
So easy to believe,
so easy to forget
and leave behind the awkward…
We were given an
and what have we become…
It’s not a nightmare…
it’s Her life, it’s Her blood,
it’s our life She doesn’t need…
We want it all;
we take and reach for more
in worship of false love,
and yet… She gives again…
Who am I…?
no one…
A grain of sand in the desert
bears more significance…
A drop of water in the ocean
bears more power…
so… why does it hurt…?
I want to wake Her wrath,
I want Her will
to move the mountains;
I want the arrogance
to decompose
in the realm of Her power
and become nothing…
I want to wake Her wrath.
We were given an
and what have we become…
© 2010 Josephine Lake
