How green the grass looks on the other side. Why not trade in that shabby, plaster Mary, a sacerdotal Barbie's pallid bromide, for a con artist Raven Woman or swap her petitioning prayers to her menfolk for subtle growls of a Wolf Daughter's lore? Suppose we barter her glass rosary beads for Kali's swinging opera length of skull pearls? Could we switch the conveyor of God's seed for a Dakini changeling, cirrus-hopper, star-strider of an anarchy of shapes? And, would this alter any of the altars in the world? Or are these stock goddesses pulled from a spiritual steno-pool, bare breasted or in modest bodices, just takers of dictation? In which case perhaps we should retread that Virgin, send her for weight training, teach her how to ace at poker, raise her B.C. consciousness, drill her in assertiveness until she's ready to go back to God's caress to get it right this time and have a girl. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AUTUMN WOODS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT FALLING ASLEEP by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE BELLS OF YOUTH by WILLIAM SHARP SAINT TERESA'S BOOK-MARK by THERESA OF AVILA WHEN by SARAH CHAUNCEY WOOLSEY |