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REMEMBER THE GODDESS by Peggy Frye

Remember the Goddess

Your earth is not flat as you thought it was.
Your feet are not glued to the ground.
You can fly with the wings of machinery.
New worlds are sought out & then found.
Your Patriarchy, flawed and corrupted.
Your Government now full of shame.
Your fingers are pointing at everyone
Yet none are willing to take the blame.
Your world now polluted and dying.
Your children distracted and ill
Your food mass produced and a poison
But it tastes good, so you'll pay the bill.
Religion alone cannot save us.
Ideologies ancient and wrong
The god that you worship can't hear you
He's turned a deaf ear to your song.
If all that you knew is proved twisted
Like an image in mirrors of fun
Why not change what we're doing and alter
The future, and bow to the sun?
Revere all that's natural & holy,
The Universe calls to your soul.
Remember the Goddess who birthed us
Let LOVE be our ultimate goal.



Peggy Frye: I am a licensed administrator, the eldest of five daughters, trice divorced from men, and newly out of the closet as a lesbian, turning 48 on Christmas Day. I’ve been obsessed wit words and poetry from a very young age, and dream of living on the beach and writing full time. I’ve been on a spiritual journey for about 20 years now, always and forever drawn to the feminine divine.
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