Let’s face it – 
men gathered it 
argued it 
threw it out 
or 
included it. 

Then, 
when found, 
other bits 
and 
pieces 
were avoided
rejected
or suspected.  

So I asked you, "What is a girl to believe?" 

And you taught 
and yelled 
and charmed 
and deceived;
and the loudest voices
scared me away
and the smartest voices
snuffed out my hope
but made me think, 
“Well, at least now I know.”

Until I was slammed to the ground 
once again
by the idol of knowing 
that left me bereft and alone…

…where at least now 
there is silence
and space for me to breathe
as I wait 
for the Wind to blow. 

*With thanks to Chapter Three of the Gospel of John.