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.