Recently, three of my poems appeared at Childe Bryde – a publication about women and equality. The link to my publication is here: http://childebryde.art.officelive.com/bwhe.aspx
and the poems appear as follows:

[inspired by readings from an interpretation of Genesis in the publication, "The Woman's Bible," by Elizabeth Cady Stanton.]
The Fall of Woman

Why was man so stupid,
in the beginning, in Eden?
You, God, gave him directions,
Guidance.

The serpent approached the woman,
thinking, "If I can convince the woman,
the man will follow."

With cunning he tricked her
and she did eat of the forbidden fruit
and her husband did follow.

She said "eat," and he ate.
It was so simple.

Confronted by God, he blames the woman,
subjugating himself, as if he lacked the will.

The first and greatest curse
on mankind, male and female,
was to allow man to be in charge
of things from this point.
>>>>
Guide me, Mom

I am an infant - your son,
in your arms, God,
nourished at your breast,
warmed by your milk, Mother.
Don't let me go.

As man or infant, and son,
I come to you.
Lying back in your arms,
listening to your heart and my heart together.

Speak to this boy,
this man.
I don't know what to do.
I'm afraid I'll make a mistake.
Tell me where to go,
and what to do.
Take my hand,
Guide me.

>>>>>
Mother, Protector

Mother,
I am vulnerable,
food for predators.
Protect me as a bear protects
her cubs.
Devour the enemy,
that would devour me.

>>>>>
In Search of Sophia

I come to you - Sophia -
bright, dazzling white,
surrounded by translucent angels.
My eyes never leave
such a sight.

You are the Wisdom of God!
The manifestation of the Divinity!

Can I know the point where
earth ends and heaven begins?
the place where we all go?

you've painted the earth in darkness, God.
mere shadows of what once was,
hope is but a curse here.
You've shut all doors to the past
and to my future.

I only see a stairway.
>>>>
Prayer for Comfort

“Now lay back in the chair,
resting your feet in the chair in front of you,
begin with a few deep breaths,
breathing in relaxation
                        breathing out tension
            becoming more
                        and more
                                    relaxed.”

Sister Jean was guiding us
            in a new way
to pray.

I had come for comfort
and consolation -
I was grieving and needed
            a mother          a heavenly
Mother
who would hold me                in her arms.

She continued,
“Now begin to feel yourself resting
                               in the arms of God.
Let go              relax
            deeper and deeper you drift
into re-lax-a-tion.
      Feel yourself supported
in the arms
            of a loving       compassionate
God...
            Held close,
softly.
            A God that listens
                        and understands
            and cares.

Look into her eyes” -
            Did she say 'her' eyes?
I asked myself...          that was what I was hearing.
“Tell her what you are feeling.”
Take all the time you need
            now, to be with your God,
                        in her arms,
comforted       in a state of complete
            relaxation.”
This is what I remember...

Like it was yesterday.
Someone from church reminded me of this.

© 2009 Bruce Whealton

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