She who bore you,
The Earth is her body,
Mother of fish,
Some call her Gaia,
She who gave birth to all life,
She, like He, is everywhere.
He who taught you,
The Earth is his body,
Father of the seas,
Some call him Green Man,
He who gave substance to the world,
He, like She, is everywhere.
I wrote this for my college creative writing class. I realize that the lines about Mary and Jesus in this dual-poem may offend some people, but please realize that I am not making a general statement with it. Notice I said "some" call them that. This does not mean "all" whether that "all" means Christians in general or Catholics. If you are offended by this poem, please read my other poem, "Martyr." You'll probably like that one a lot more.
She who nursed you,
She who created all spirits,
She who many have forgotten.
The rivers are her blood,
The wind is her breath,
The fire, her spirit.
Mother of birds,
Mother of all living things,
Mother of the Earth.
Some call her Mary,
Some call her Brigit,
Some call her simply the Goddess.
And watches over it with her consort,
The God,
Always by her side.
He who raised you,
He who created the world,
He who many have misunderstood.
The rivers are his blood,
The wind is his breath,
The fire, his spirit.
Father of the mountains,
Father of all creation,
Father of the Sky.
Some call him Jesus,
Some call him Cernunnos,
Some call him simply the God.
And watches over it with his consort,
The Goddess,
Always by his side.