Brilliant & Resilient

how could they ever have said that God is a man?

God was a woman, she

held me in her empty plains in her

violent jungles in her

thunderstorms i felt her passion, her tears, 

in the sunshine i felt the love & i felt how it grew too hot & consumed me

i

felt 

how she blinded herself to keep from seeing the pain

her damned love had caused

i felt her in the grass, beneath my feet, in the cuts & the dirt ground into my skin

God was my mother & she held me when I swam in her

infinite sea, salt & blood of creatures whose pain

I would never know,

but whose pain laid the way for my birth,

fish & monsters & shrimp & grass,

churning & breathing to my benefit, to make air for my coming into the world

I know God was a woman because she

called my name against the high winds when I walked to edge of the cliffs & begged for a sign

I know God was a woman because she always cried for me

and never asked me to do

anything