Silver chimes, hanging from back porch beams,

harmonize with wind-song as breezes blow so gently through the screens…

The melody of my wife’s soft, bell-tone laughter

fills my life with joy…

The startling, sorrowing siren of a determined ambulance

dopplers into the heart rending cry of a newly widowed neighbor…

All these sounds, whether for ill or good,

morph into the feminine voice of our Mother-God in heaven

who calls ….no… not too the mind…

for mind is too coldly male,

too full of the raw, masculine, cacophonous business of this world,

but rather to the feminine part in the heart of the soul

of those who -FEEL- to hear.

They, the true adherents to the Gods.

For the male thinks too much,

rendering belief…rigid…stiff-necked with rules and laws

demanding to obey him,

robed in his black cloak,

thumping his bible from some transfigured pulpit,

nailed between heaven and earth,

but touching neither.

Only when belief softens,

becomes feminine,

enough to flex and flow as in a ballet,

to pirouette in the changing wind of the will of the Spirit,

who blows where She pleases,

will truths from the voices of the Gods

ever be understood.