© by Janis G. Wick
You woman who nourishes the earth with her blood
You woman whose heart breaks like a glass bell
You woman whose mind raves like a cracked mirror
You woman who shatters like crystal sugar
You woman who is sweet as a lush plum
You woman who is bitter as an unripe fig
You woman who might leaven bread
You woman who might make a law
I give you My blood
Like a sweetmeat
Like a river of love
Like a tear of anguish
Like a balm of glory
I give you My body
Like a rock upon which you may lean
Like a pillow in which you may seek comfort
Like an embrace in which you may surrender
I wish to give these things to you.
You who have suffered will know My suffering.
You who have wept will weep for Me.
You who have suckled will feel the empty breast.
You who have felt pain will feel the nails driven in.
You who have thirsted will taste My thirst.
You who have sweat will sweat for me.
To you I wish to give My body and my blood.
Of you I wish to become.
Bring Me to life, giver of life.
You woman, bring Me to life.
Take of My body, My blood, My tears, My sweat, My thirst, My pain. Take Me.
Ah woman, I live.