You can keep God's Wrath
and every small-minded
misguided lesson about sin.
I could never learn to love
an angry, judgmental, absentee Father
the way I've so deeply cherished
our tender, nurturing Mother.
'Cause even when I was young
squinting at the world
through a child's eyes
I knew in my bones:
Earth is the only paradise
we've any hope to call our home.
And the only Rapture
waiting for me
is a delirious instinctual calling
from some soft
patch of ground
an insistent tug
the ache
then falling.
In these moments
It is useless to
Argue with the Mother
I just slip into her arms and
listen for lullabies.
