The Birthplace of God
It started with a spark of fear
in the heart
of a Girl.
But this Girl
was
not
just
any
Girl
–she was every Girl.
Every Girl
unseen before,
every Girl
unheard.
Every Girl
with eyes
cast down
unbelieving,
unperceiving
–her worth.
This Girl was not just any Girl,
she was every Girl.
Every Girl
excluded,
shamed,
pushed down,
left out.
Not just any Girl,
–every Girl.
And that fear
was
not
just
any
fear
–it was every fear.
A
fear
that
makes
your
knees
go
weak,
your
stomach
drop,
the room
begin
to spin.
Me?
How can this be?
This is not just any fear.
This.
This is a Woman’s fear.
A fear that knows its weakness
before it knows its strength.
A fear
subjected
to the power
of man.
A fear that understands
danger is near
–always.
This is a Woman’s fear.
And this,
THIS
–this is the birthplace of God.
Beautiful. So gripping, Jessica. Punched me in my gut at the end.
Posted by: Jessica C | January 06, 2019 at 11:02 AM