Despairing

Despairing, I search for the Goddess.

Has She left us alone here, in this time of plastic

bereft of her divine love and guidance?

Or, has she been banished or pushed deep underground?

Women’s souls wander, rootless and groundless

Without Her divine presence.

Feeling, sensing, core deep that something,

They know not what, is missing.

Some undiscovered territory of themselves is lost or

In hiding, and there is yearning: to be found and whole.

Where is the Goddess map to ourselves?

Some lost women fill the Goddess void with sex, others

With religion, still others with anger. None of these

Things suffice: they are but trifles of the whole.

Despairing, I cry out for guidance back to her.

I implore the Sacred for a glimpse of her Divine presence,

Some small sense of connectivity: a sign to share with others.

Then, on a dragonfly’s wing comes the loving voice: open

Your eyes; I am everywhere. In your mother’s face, in a dear

Friends laugh, in a baby’s first step.

Look for me in places disguised; I live within all women.

See my presence shining through the tangles of a street

woman’s hair and from a mad women’s eyes.

Revere me in old women’s gnarled hands.

Seek for me not only in grandiosity but in the ordinary:

I am alive; I am everywhere, and I am forever.