Spirit Of Man ~ Hand Maiden... Poem by Frances Kay

When 'I AM THAT I AM'
Found walking this earth
As free as any man
Holding witness to his land
My gifts of the heart, of the head, of the hand
And purveyor of all, that is whole ~ that is grand
In truth, will be seen, through she my hand maiden
Contracted by birth to be heavy and laden...

Of legend, of myth, of mercy, of mirth
Though not yet endowed, free, to roam ~ The Earth
Her birth Divine, sourced incarnation
Concealed inner-formation bold
Life screen of green, unseen, she's been
Nurturing hidden gold...

A-lass, but for her story to unfold
Reversing the process ~ she has to loose hold
Of another who sought her to demonstrate ~ sole
A machine in production ~ not nurturing, not whole
Bearing only false witness to, this ~ man's constitution
Where now, they in parts ~ live in great institutions
Seeking freedom, the liberty to produce in her name
What e'er might forestall her, bringing glory or fame...

To control of the masses ~ confiscated, she's tame
Bound to production of man's kind ~ greatest pawn
Restricted, she's wanton ~ wild-innerness drawn
Calling out for her lover, to voice her reform...


Re-collecting herself, she'll re-member that her birth
Her mandate, her statute, monolith ~ sublime worth
Foretold of a memory ~ 'To Be' ~ metered through time
When she was lain down, in pure consecration
To the Man that would call her ~ 'Home'
Make her 'prentice to all, that is his and make known
The magic, the mystery, her secrets ~ his shown...