After (or would it be before?) Dostoyevsky.
“Unto the woman He said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow
and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children”
Genesis, 03, 16.
So much must a woman love her companion,
after God has said weird, even cursed words.
By acute one wisdom, once she taught man
science of good and evil, really then needed
for their own survival; without it, by now,
where and what just would be all of us?
We know we were to be naught over naught.
Thank women, world has grown and grown,
sons and daughters professing more and more
one loyal cult that consecrated as saint shrine
this earth we have inherited from forefathers
and so stern a God.
Published in Snapdragon A Journal of Art and Healing, March 2015