Daughters of Eve
It seems that in this world forged
So common is misconception
That it has grown and bent with the hills
Of time's discrepancies
That are so to be clambered forth to our
Survival
I am a daughter of Eve.
I am the forbidden child
I must bear Her age-old curse
This poisoned cradle of mine
This clandestine key to my fruition
That weeps at the turn of time
She is the white to His black
Unknown and unexpected until In Creation's faultless garden
The unimaginative muscular build became
So countered by the feminine flow
Delicate so
When God set a partner to the man
Oh white to His black when
She was the Mother of Life
Whose eyes so encompassed its own intangibilities;
She saw things
Passed on her blood-deep intuition
As Her mind's sights so congregated and conceived
With passage of time
When she saw more beauties than Eden
Man has swallowed eons
Of Her daughters
From the Living One, white,
As in the eyes of his fathers
Are her heresies and dark ink-scored mistakes
Admonishing her purity
Of a time when she took her paradise into her mouth
A treachery in her bones
A paean to her lips
A garden of perfection so revoked in her eyes
All so sculpted from Adam
And her brash refusal to be a derivative of He
With her own emancipation
Oh temptation
She took the fruit within her
Gentle lips and convinced by He,
Was left to weep at her weakness
Now her legacy remains
And
Must an asp be the guise given to Her free will?
Must Her disconnection from such norms, these vaunts of men
Be a shunned, shamed thing?
And must the blood that I shed be but a tacit irritation
An unspoken discomfiture
To be quietly gathered by a whisper in brightly coloured packaging?
I refuse to be shamed by my curse
I see the way I weep
Unashamedly at the turn of time
And I am proud to bear it
When the tides come for my rite
And the moon soars on silvery wings
The earth shudders
And I hear its beat
For I am attuned to its course
And cry tears for it
For Her daughters must live out her curse
Spill their blood beset by ritual
Wordlessly for Her
For Her run to freedom
To beat against her furrowed ground
To suck the evil from the asp
To know She who ran before them
To dance in flow under the moon
Alight
I am glad
I run the path to fruition
Archaic and wrought by Her
The time-aged battle sparked by flying freedom
To hold close Her memories in reverence of
Our kind.
For I am a daughter of Eve.
I want to meet him...
The guy that will take care of me
The guy that will laugh at all the voices I make
The guy that will pick me up and spin me around
The guy that will take me on a picnic in the park
The guy that loves the zoo as much as me
The guy that will love to surprise me
Yeah...I want to me him...
You are loved exactly as you are today,
completely and unshakably,
and there is neither anything you can do
to make Him love you more,
nor is there anything you can do
to make Him love you less.
God loves us because of who He is
and not because of who we are.
- Philip Yancey
After this body is dead, my spirit will soar.
I refuse to let what will rot, rule the eternal.
I choose self-control. I will be drunk only by joy.
I will be impassioned only by my faith.
I will be influenced only by God.
I will be taught only by Christ.
- Max Lucado
Oh,
and whoever came up with this