At Her Table - A poem from the ER
"Give Her a Proper Place then
At the Table in which She has so lovingly prepared.
A Proper Place where she does not need to beg for scraps;
eating alongside those dirty dogs.
Where only crumbs of affection are carelessly thrown at her.
Where only rotten bread rolls and spoiled gravy are forced in her mouth.
Give Her her rightful subjectivity.
Give her time.
Give her space.
Give her room to grow.
And if She falls, and she will fall
Let her get back up on her feet
though her ankles be weak.
For You are sitting at Her Table Now
And it is no place for the meek.
For if you let Her,
She will feed you Beauty,
The Truth of what she is,
Sweet meats of Her Soul
And Extraordinary flavors one would only be so lucky to sample.
So Give her a Proper place then,
At the Table in which
She has so lovingly prepared."
- Wicked Lovely Poetry
- 01/20/24 THE AGE OF AQUARIUS