Once she stood tall...a giant from within.
6 feet and more....perhaps even 7.
Her emergence anywhere, and everywhere,
hailed, heralded, and announced with pageantry.
Her name sent trembles, yet it attracted;
her voice thundered, yet it attracted;
her gaze often stern, yet it attracted;
sometimes, she breathed "fire," yet she attracted!
Attracted......attractive....attraction....
They all became her!
From far and wide came people;
from wide and far gathered they;
attracted by the attractiveness of her attraction;
Seduced by her attractive beckoning!
Her children swelled with pride,
daily rising to call her "blessed!"
SHE was....she WAS....SHE WAS!
Once upon a time, she was "blessed!"
"Blessed" with good looks;
"Blessed" with promise;
"Blessed" with hope;
"Blessed" with life.
"Blessed" with love!
Attracted....attractive....attraction
They all became her!
Her children called her "blessed," and sucked;
They called her "blessed," and tugged;
They called her "blessed," and ripped;
They called her "blessed," and gulped!
A melange of sucking, tugging, ripping, and gulping!
They....
Sucked the breasts that gave them milk;
Tugged at the heart that gave them love;
Ripped the belly that gave them food;
Gulped the breath that gave them life!
Each time they did, she dropped an inch,
Her....
Name, no longer attractive;
Her voice screamed into a whimper;
The gaze in her eyes now ashen;
The "fire" in her now turned to embers,
And cinders that may never burn again!
Unless....
Unless....
Her children stand looking, at the one they once called "blessed!"
- their mother!
She looks up, at the ones who once called her "blessed!"
- her children!
Betwixt her tears she cries,
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why is she no longer "blessed?"
Reminiscences of a time hover,
A time when…
Her name sent trembles, yet it attracted;
her voice thundered, yet it attracted;
her gaze often stern, yet it attracted
sometimes, she breathed "fire," yet she attracted!
Attracted....attractive....attraction
They all became her!
Weakened, ruined, bruised, and abused
by the very same children who called her “blessed,”
she must rise…..yes, she must arise!
This time she must tell them,
My blessedness comes from you;
My blessedness comes through you;
My blessedness is of you;
My blessedness is for you,
My blessedness is about you;
My blessedness is in you!
Of you....by you....for you....my blessedness is!
Love me again, she begs.
Care for me, she insists.
Nurture what I gave you freely, she instructs.
Rekindle the ebbing cinders of my habitation,
Restore the lost lustre that was once my attraction,
Rebuild the waste places;
Reawaken that giant from within!
Restitute! Restitute! Restitute!
And call me “blessed,” again!
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