God as a Wild Woman with Stars in Her Hair

god is a wild woman

They told me God was a wild woman with stars in her hair

I have seen such women sun glowing in their eyes

wind pouring from calloused finger tips still soft as the love

burning in their oversized hearts

big breasted Yemonjas feeding a world

starving themselves sometimes in the process

yet they are rounded and curved life overflowing abundant

hands open always enough for one more and another still

all welcome at the table

prayer on their lips

upturned eyes in conversation with the unseen

flowing even when the river is dry

if you see one of these women be careful

not to be burned by the stars that fall from her hair

she is not aware that love sometimes bruises as much as it heals

or perhaps she does know and gives the burden of loving her freely

to focus distracted travelers on their true worth

she has seen it

smelt their potential for human beingness so she waters their dreams

praying they grow tall enough to carry the thorns in the bag

with the blessing that is life

she dances late night under the moons faint light

grinding the blue in raindrops and old thoughts

to grow new medicine for the sick at heart

she lives in tomorrow where she is waiting for the lame to walk

to their races and win

she knows what is possible

and most things are so

she continues baring her breast for the world to suckel

stars dropping from her hair

crying out todays

pulled out of endings

weaving new beginings for those who have forgotten the

taste of hope which can be bittersweet

she has heard

the earth sigh and she knows pain is endless but there

is joy in walking even when the path is rocky

she belives in transformations

she has seen the wind blow everything away

realized how much nothing weighed

stood on the path waiting

drowning in her patience to be reborn as fire

returned to the path her hand outstrecthed

she is bounty

she is abundance

she is grace that does not retire in the funk of it all

she is taller than she should be

they say she should bar her breast

keep them for herself

she can not

it is not her story

her story is one of giving to receive

of passing what is received to those who need

so that she may be filled again

she is endless

she is a wild woman

with stars in her hair

crying out todays

so there will be tomorrows

bittersweet hope on her tongue

sun shining from her eyes

They told me God was a wild woman with stars in her hair

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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4 Responses to God as a Wild Woman with Stars in Her Hair

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  3. Constance Harris says:

    This is the most beautiful work I have ever read. Thank you for sharing. I will make sure the author is credited when I pass it on…….you have blessed many!!!!

    Like

  4. bakersm58 says:

    Awesome. Blessings on your work. I also loved the Meditations for Grounding Oneself… Superb.

    Like

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