Oh Ye of Borrowed Faith

There are moments when the world feels built entirely out of men’s interpretations – even of God. This piece, rooted in the search for the divine feminine in religion, was born from that ache: the need to remind, to remember, that creation did not begin with conquest. The divine was never meant to be gendered, owned, or filtered through fear. O Ye of Borrowed Faith is a call to unlearn the projections of power we mistake for truth, to see God not as a reflection of dominance, but as a balance – as life itself. It’s not an argument, it’s a remembering.

O ye of shallow faith and borrowed creed,
Who shape your gods from your own need,
Projecting all your fears and doubts, your claim to lead,
As if the Infinite could be confined by the rules of your own breed.

O ye who claim dominion, draped in cloaks of piety,
Have you not seen the folly of your own anxiety?
For God is not your mirror, nor your shadow to control,
And the One who made all souls needs not your rigid role.

Do you not see, O ye of trembling hand,
that She who nurtures life might wear the robes of land?
That God is not a pronoun, not a he that you demand,
But a balance of the sacred in every gran of sand.

You speak of women as if they were but clay for you to mold,
Yet fail to grasp the truth that’s ancient, deep and bold:
That in her eyes you glimpse the divine you can’t behold,
And only through her grace might your spirit be consoled.

So hear this call, O ye who claim to know,
Stop casting God in shadows of your ego’s show.
For if you would not honor her, this truth you must now see:
That no means no, and through her is the key.

So choose to live in harmony, or watch the end begin,
For she will not be conquered by the fears of lesser men.
And if you wish to find the sacred, let the feminine be free,
For God is not your image – God could also be a She.