I see now why the first deities were female.
Only a woman speaks to the soul of birth
and breathes new life into
every soul on this beloved earth.
Goddesses with distended wombs
weighted with hopefulness
are found in every ancient tomb.
Our future had seemed lost.
The entire world seemed doomed.
Death in every household loomed.
A globe on fire steeped in hateful rhetoric
gunned down every effort to escape
a despondent, hopeless fate.
Covid stole the innocence
of even those usually sitting on the fence.
No one was content to wait and see
what November wrought for democracy.
Moneyed oligarchs of greed stole hope
as well control over justice with abuse of power.
Federalist Society Judges delayed justice
hour after hour after hour after hour.
Even the Supreme Court undermined
the Constitution which is yours and mine;
not theirs, not wealthy donors, not those in power.
Then she, she, she, she, she, she, she
took the torch and raised it high.
Emma Lazarus’ female guards our harbor.
Kamala guards us in our darkest hour.
Her smile and laughter brings us
up from our knees, our prayers answered.
A goddess has arisen and made a fuss
of all the lies and hate-filled derision.
Her solemn promise made to us
that she will fight at our side.
She will tan the evil-doers hide
as mothers have always done,
chastising our sins one-by-one.
And so we rise with delighted surprise
to shout as one that we are not done,
and we are not going back where death resides.
We are going forward where life begins.
To a place where elections are open to all.
To a place where life is treasured not spent
on greed and control and all that is indecent.
We are headed to the polls to give our consent
to a mother goddess from heaven’s descent;
called by Joe’s prayers, who always seems to know
what we need and whom to follow.
