Heavenly Father, I love You.
For once, in another form,
I hated You.
You dominated me.
You condemned me.
You saved me from men
then once again
You condemned me
through the voices of men.
transcribed scribbles of fraud,
a rock made holy by tall tales.
a local legend,
the lost tribe found.
separation & elevation
of a chosen generation –
special & above in those latter days.
convenient revelations to
excuse adulterous affairs with teenage girls.
was borne into a
marriage of sad chaos & sad complacency.
the misogyny of mormonism
robbed me of my spiritual connection with
I turned against you, my Mother’s misery a
stark testament of the torture of your law.
my own voiceless body trapped in the
machinery of mormonism.
shame flowed onto my body when
I saw no value in my sexuality
until my spirit fled my violation.
then, when I called out for comfort,
it was only the
silent swan song
that lulled me.
my worthlessness was confirmed by the rape.
I survived self targeted hits then found
Goddess who saved me from myself.
my heart, hard to men,
began to open through Adam, Scot, Elie, Isaac
I began to see a haloed image of
peaceful strength imbues
Me when I hear You.
As I do now.
After all these long decades,
I found the You as I knew You at age 6,
under the dining room table by Grandpa’s knees.
pleading in prayer to be the
Queen of Sorry.
years later my Blackberry Hunter Grandpa
jested to me that me winning Sorry
that long ago day made him believe
God is love.
like Grandpa Ollie,
I came back to You,
just in another form.
freed from dogma, You thrive in my heart.
once my love for Goddess outshone my love
Your omnipresence in the rooms
assured me of Your love, Your acceptance,
Your power to restore me to sanity.
You entered the sanctuary of my heart
reigning with Goddess
over my thoughts & actions,
dear Alayna, You were loved
all the while from above.
sweet Alayna, You are loved
every moment from above.