Once, you were Eve, garden-grooming for your food
knowing only sitting at lap of Creation
digesting the only food necessary; wisdom
and settled in to make more of what you knew.
It drank of your womby richness and purity,
etched questions on lining of motherhood,
made its own sense of what was you,
what truth had been fed you from your own Mother.
You were burned by rudeness in this rough world
where sibling rivalry earns its name: Such ingratitude.
Mother’s, everywhere, know such stinginess that can become
evil spawn, ~ at least, it feels such to sacrificial act
that she wished, at all, to replicate love in its most exact state.
You were renamed, after being gutted,
ah, yes, such things we have been called;
Witch, Savage, and labeled “Pagan” as if to cast away
old bones that is thought no longer support – unnecessary
and left stone alone in newly built old folk’s homes.
They rebuked your plainness; redefined you,
cloaked you in gold and silver dredged
from the very earth you worshipped,
gave you new names, stripped you of your naturalness,
and refused your earthy eternity as too simple,
too wild and too uncontrolled, too plain.
But there are cells of you that seep and creep,
swallowed almost whole without knowledge
that all things began with One Woman
deciding the world was worth the heartache:
Those of us who know, still see your breasts.
Author notes
Hagia Sophia or Holy Wisdom is the mother church of all Eastern Christians
photograph
hagiasofia - Dr. Linnar Priimägi
Early accounts suggest that the site of this, the grandest church in Christendom, in the first millennium had been the site of a pagan temple appropriated for the service of the new religion. http://www.byzantines.net/epiphany/hagiasophia.htm
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Interesting...
Nicely written. The photo tripped my interest. Ill follow to the site of ancient buildings. Always a fashionation of mine.
I was led here by your latest poem. Which is also well written. Only I don't just yet understand so am attempting to follow the trail to wisdom. Thnaks for sharing.
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A wonderful poem about this revered place, and I enjoyed your inclusion that it was originally built on an ancient sacred site. A delight to read!
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ty azure.... I appreciate your nowledge to that this maskes it more sacred.
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As long as man can avoid responsiblity for his actions the woman becomes the cup that runneth over with his blame. Nicely spun. What would we be if we chose to see that anger and anguish do not excuse excess or defamation of what is spiritually correct and clear. We are still children with a pretense to maturiy because our bodies are large.
Love, Tom B.
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yes, ty for your kidn comment. I have been doing a great deal of research on how things of the old way were changed to meet what we wanted them, rather than keep them pure of intent and purpose.
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