Life Itself

My faith was always
in my heart.
Even as a wee, small child
who felt her faith within
the very source of all of being -
neither masculine nor feminine
yet rather both at once.

Even then my soul refused
to focus on an image
of a man upon a cross in agony,
or a wise old man that sits
in impotence upon some throne,
invisible and distant.
And still, I seek to rise above
the suffering the masculine
denies within himself.

I am the misty vision of your soul
come true into the real of life itself -
but where are you...?

? Michaelette ?

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