Godde is gender fluid,
The virgin mother
And the sugar daddy.

Godde’s pronouns
Are we/us/ours.

Godde’s laughter
Is rich and melodious,
By human boxes
Made to contain
That which can only be
Easily explained.

Godde’s eyes are diamonds,
Our skin the night,
our tears the ocean
When contemplating
Blood shed in our name.

Godde is red lipstick
And overalls –
High King of Heaven
And the salt of the Earth.

Godde is sunshine
On the first day of spring,
The still-cool wind;

A return
To life

Written by Helen Rose in spring 2019

5 responses to “God(dess)”

  1. […] This Godde can come to us in poetry, in smiles, in silence. This Godde can come as tiny red flowers and in the frigid emptiness of a winter morning. This Godde can come as deep knowing without any empirical evidence and in a fleeting moment of clarity. This Godde is a flicker of hope that refuses to die when all logic says it should. […]


  2. […] who he calls aunties and my newest friends who show him what it looks like to live true to one’s Godde nature and highest […]


  3. […] They believe themselves to be separate from the power to co-create their reality, from Divinity herself. They have to speak to the manager because they’ve always existed in an ideology that tells them […]


  4. […] Sometimes, I forget that I don’t quite believe in God. […]


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