This week’s reflection/discussion assignment was to write a prayer (or other form of art or literature, for those uncomfortable with prayer), using female language for God. This is what I ended up writing.
God Most Holy, Creator of all:
when the earth floated formless in Thy womb,
a word waiting to be spoken,
this soul’s hour was known to Thee.
Naked before Thee, I kneel.
Teach me Thy secret places;
unfold Thy beauty for me in a twilight alcove;
encompass me in Thy radiant darkness.
Welcome me into Thine hidden banquet,
that I may feast on Thee.
Teach me to thirst for Thee,
El Shaddai, God of suckling.
Let me crave Thee as my life’s-milk;
give me peace at Thy bosom.
Through Thy tender care,
make blossom the walled garden of my soul;
breathe a warm wind,
thaw these hardened banks of earth,
speed the coming harvest.
In humility I approach Thee,
human prayers from a human heart.
Ignore my words,
so distant from Thy truth.
Forgive my deeds,
so easily callous.
Heed instead the spirit with which I speak.
Grant me the love to love Thee.
Forgive me, Eternal One,
for the hours I have forgotten Thee,
and bestow on me the first flush of ardor,
until I delight only in Thee.