Psalm of The Woman Warrior

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How weary the woman warrior
        Made of wonder
               Oh she wanders
                            Her 
Behemoth prescience foliates
Black orchid orbs of moon phases
Suckling ambrosia from escutcheon breastplates
Tickled by boas of eagle feathers
Winding the Nile basin of holy water
Kissed from the lips of velvet yoni
                            She
Tests spirits in a paradisiacal Garden
Becoming more than a stolen rib
Carries the seedling of salvation.s vine
Singing a magnificat in chosen acceptance
Rolls away the tyre of death
Releasing the Paschal mystery
                            She
Anoints the shores of Salem
With healing balm of witch hazel
Immolating at the stake of guilt for original sin
Visits prophets locked in asylums of anomie
Numbed by electroconvulsive shock sizzling
For speaking revelation and seeing the unseen
Praise her courage and trust!
       Praise her benevolence and love!
               Praise her vision!
                            She
Is not a pie sectioned in uniform pieces
A woman coming apart
                            She
Is a consummate warrior
More than her parts
                      Holy of holies
A
   wOman
                  whole 

				  
Copyright © Linda L. Bielowski, Ph.D.

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