Inanna Hear My Call
Mother, Mother burning bright
In the forests of the night
What mortal hand or eye
Dared re-frame thy sacred symmetry?
What did change
And what was lost
And how were we to know the cost
Of losing touch with sacred ground
Of casting off our holy vows
Only placing Him on high
And losing Her to the changing tides
But what’s obscured is not lost
For underneath the dust and dross
Lies a glimpse of holy breast
And holy thigh
And holy lips
We breath new voice through timeless lungs
We speak old words with newborn tongues
For though She may have been dethroned
And written out of dusty tomes
She cannot be erased you see
She lives in you
She lives in me
And we will have equality.
Art Credit: Lily Moses
