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....blood moon


we need a god who bleeds now
a god whose wounds are not
some small male vengeance
some pitiful concession to humility
a desert swept with drying marrow in honor of the lord

we need a god who bleeds
spreads her lunar vulva and showers us in shades of scarlet

thick and warm
like the breath of her
our Mother is tearing to let us in
this place breaks open like our Mothers bleeding

the planet is heaving 
mourning our ignorance
the moon tugs the seas
to hold her....
embrace the swelling hills
I am not wounded I am bleeding to life

we need a god who bleeds now
whose wounds are not the end of anything..

..Ntozake Shange

4 comments:

angela recada said...

Dearest Julie, I'm back from my trip and just had the chance to catch up with your blog. The last post and this one are examples of why I adore you. Your heart, your art, the way you think and write - I love them all!

Sending you love, dear friend,
Angela

julie said...

Angela! Welcome home!...I feel the same about you! Thank you for your caring heart! and your friendship...xoxo

Suzi Smith said...

this really speaks to me... just been flicking through other moon posts via link within... you've posted some wonderful words & thoughts about her... (but that doesn't surprise me, lol)

Snowbrush said...

Well, Julie, I've read this poem a few times now since you posted it, and I can make no sense of it. The point of a bleeding god, any bleeding god, eludes me. The moon sure is pretty though.

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