ROSES OF SHARON

I

I have breathed the breath of life and felt the quickening
   of what must be my divinity.

Daily I grow stronger and richer
   with the mindless peace of creation

Place your hand on my belly
   and know, if you can,
   what, where, and how God is.

Do not try to reason,
   but pause and listen,

And you may hear me singing
   Mary's song.

II

In the middle of the warm white fog of the hospital bed,
   I had a funny thought, to wit:

The contracting of a womb in labour
   as a new life presses forth
Mimics the spasming and jerking
   of the organs when they initiated that life.
Pain may be directly proportional to pleasure,
   as Newton's law becomes a word made flesh.

When you come to such an ending,
Breathe,
       hold,
           push,
               remember
the beginning,
Smile as you bite down on your knuckle,
   And be a woman.

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KUNDALINI RISING

A Poetry Chapbook
by
Honora Finkelstein

© 1997

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