jethro’s daughter: mother god

by Allister Nelson

“When you see Her you will die,”

Michael whispers in my ear, puts his

peacock hands over my eyes, then

takes me RUSH BLOW BOOM to Her.

God-Mother is ells tall, pine-barren

lumber over a waterfall, windblown

boulders in a storm, gale in the

reeds, eye of the tempest, heart

of a firestorm inferno, rainy marsh.

I cannot see, I cannot see Her, just

smell loam and smoke, She is All,

She is All, and we are just playthings

in Her inexorable crystal dove hands.

There are some things even angels

cannot fathom, some Mothers eat

their young, Death is just Her maw

the Earth Her womb, I am blind, blind

so in love, heartdrenched, when my

hourglass breaks, oh, then

I’ll see – “You will Know.”

Until then, we dance, waltzing

on the Holy Spirit’s lips.

*Stay tuned for Allister Nelson’s next installment of Jethro’s Daughter next week.