This is my worship.
Symbols are out, cross, crescent, whatever, none fits.
Brightness there is, and light, and an idea,
A God made in the shape of Man - how else?
Look closer. It’s a Woman.
She I worship
Knowing Her qualities, nurturing, healing, growth and birth,
Caring, fruitfulness and love, all womanly
Strength within softness,
Delighting all my senses.
Men may create and build,
Fly through air and space, assembling theories, towers, x
Bridges, weapons, rockets, all sterile
Pyramids of futility,
Without Her flesh that lasts!