Within

God is in the rain, liquid tears of joy and pain

God is in the air, an open gift that all do share

God is fire, scouring, sacred purifier

God is the earth, cradle of our birth

Giver of life and taker as well, casting over all his spell

Quenching thirst, drowning by flood, ruler over dust and mud

He breathes the gentle breath of life, fills us with peace quelling strife

Blows with power of destruction, clearing a place for reproduction

She purifies and consumes from crumbling tombs to birthing wombs

From under her shawl her breast nourishes large and small

Then with a banshee call, her shadow hand buries all

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Line 7, did you mean "breathes"?
I read it that way.
This makes me think of Alanis Morisette in Dogma.
Yes, I do believe God could and should be female...God is forgiving and nurturing...She is.

[Soren]

Thank you Jacob for your review and yes you are right another typo chalked up to carelessness and bad spelling skills and a spell checker that didn't help. As to what many call God and I call nature I see it as both genders androgenous and introjected both as a way of saying this. Your comments are always most valued my friend