The Woman I Called Goddess Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

THE WOMAN I CALLED GODDESS
When on that sick bed I did lay,
You perched as a war angel to pray,
And like Lazarus out of the tomb
I was born again out of your womb.


I still sing of your virtue as poetry
Yet my worship is never idolatry.
Your love charged my heart as battery
Heaven horns our innocence of adultery.


Let me write of your exploits in Zion
Make it an oak in the forest of Amazon,
As a pretty masquerade, I beat your gong
To make the saints gleam in their song.


O my goddess, o my goddess!
Lobed in righteousness and godliness,
Daughter of God, I was born of you,
Slaughtered in faith, I mourn for you.


I beheld your vacant shrine in tears,
Where you casted tablets without fears
As speaking bones and healing stones
For hearts beating with waning tones;


I looked but can't see
The woman I called goddess;
I prayed but can't hear
The woman I called goddess;
Her temple is without a priestess,
Her duke has lost his duchess.



If I can't find you
Yet will I adore you,
One stronger than Athena
I remember your witty victories.
One virtuous as Madonna,
I'll recite your ode as rosary.
Your godson in your caring arms
Made Isis and Horus jealous,
May you shine fairer than Juno,
May your crown never lack stars
And story forever full of glory.

© 20-04-2018