(Poem) The Storm by Lizanne Corbit

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We are the Frontier.

We are not the fringes.

We are not the disenfranchised.

We are the wisdom keepers, the shared seekers of truth and light and beauty

that live in the heart of all hearts.

We are The Mothers, The Daughters, The Sisters, The Wives.

We live in the earth shaking, soul quaking frontier of the cutting edge of being.

We birth ourselves, each other, and goodness into the world.

No wonder the old and outdated masculine regime wants to silence our efforts,

our voices, our words, our truth, our demands for equality and justice for all.

No Wonder! No Wonder! No Wonder!

The wonder has been abducted and turned into data that supports the power-hungry

power-over culture.

The wonder has been extracted one beautiful spirit-filled drop at a time from the

soul of our souls to be replaced with hate mongering and suffering.

We women, we know about suffering.

From birth to death, we endure the pain of it all!

We live through whatever is thrown our way and we don’t allow it to steal our

Souls.

We magically transform our suffering into badges of honor that we display over

our hearts so proudly.

We take the suffering which is given to us and alchemically transform it into gold

because we are the caregivers, the life sustainers, the nurturers, the nourishers

of life.

We are on the frontier of the hateful, carving out the path to love. With enough

love, hate turns from its cold-hearted frozen existence to a warming light into

heart-heated warm love.

We are on the frontier of new life.

We take the deadened crusted over and scrape it off until we reveal new life,

then we tend it until it raises its shoots to the sky and is grounded in its life

source.

We women, we know suffering!

We are

Discriminated Against

Violated

Demeaned

Diminished

Devalued

Desecrated

Demonized and

Killed

And we still keep coming.

We keep coming to breateh new life into any and all willing to live on the Frontier

of creation and rebirthing.

Just try, I dare you, to create as we do; you wouldn’t last a day or an hour or a

minute in the birthing pains of labor.

No wonder you are so terrified of the Feminine, the Divine Feminine and the

Earth-based Woman.

No wonder you quake in your boots and try to silence and still any movement we

have made.

Because you know, we are the storm coming!

We are Coming! To whisk away and to crash the waves of faith against the

doctrine of the male religion.

We are Coming! To erupt our power and blow the lid off the injustice done in the

name of God

We are coming! To twist the angry hate-filled vernacular and in one clean sweep

make room for the language of love and belonging.

We are coming! To strike a lightning bolt of truth into the lies if the ages, that

women are cursed! We are miraculous!

We are coming!

We are the Storm!

We are going to electrify the atmosphere with hope and value and connection!

Yes, We are the game changers, the rule shakers and soul-makers, the power

source that allows life to be lived well. With peace in our hearts and gratitude in

our actions for all that we have been blessed with

we are coming to cast a wide net into the world for the people who choose love

to gather together and craft, blend, carve, weave, stir, plant and harvest the truth.

We Are Coming!

We Are! The Storm of Creation!

 

[Author’s Note: This poem was inspired by a quote I saw that went something like this: Someone said, “There is a storm coming” and another responded with “I am the storm.” I am delighted to be a part of the storm a comin’. Blessings to you all who will reign down and cast lightning bolts and rumble with thunder!]

 

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