At least, that is what the church would have us all to believe.
But Jesus was my lover:
Sweeter than the Canna wedding wine;
More bountiful that the miracle of loaves and fishes
Capable of arising while encircled in my arms
again and again and again.
I don't blame the church for putting me just outside the frame
instead of in the center of Jesus' life where I
lived and loved
dreamed and desired
healed and was healed. . . .
No, God has hated us women since Eve
and the church has simply followed Jehovah's party line.
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