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The Aged asked the Ancient of Days,
The Great I Am, why He created man.
He answered by showing man’s
Nature to subdue, dominate-
To be Provider and to protector.
He showed the Aged the deft of
Skill that went to make his body,
The strength of his hands,
And the greatness of his eyesight
And his capacity for vision, and
However, as the Ancient of Days
Looked out over what He had created,
Watching man, this creation He now called
Human, He saw all He had equipped
And endowed man to do.
However, with life shut up in man,
There must be a way, a form,
To be created that would allow
Man to release all that he held inside of
Him as well.
The Aged then asked what more
Could be done to help this creation
They know knew as man.
What could be given to man
That would help him.
Clearly all that the Ancient of Days
Had charged man to do,
Could not be done alone.
The Ancient of Days poised in power,
Explained to the Aged that He would
Make one suitable for him.
Strong enough to withstand the mortal
And the divine happenings around and about
Being sensitive enough, with such a
Discernment to what lies different
The Ancient of Days said,
“I will make something that will
Display all my creative nature.”
“What I will create, no manifest, will show the
Connection I have to man.
It will show that I am and share a oneness with him
Because the ability to reproduce life and like
Will be held in its center.”
“I will mark my creation with my spark,” and
The Ancient of Days smiled as he continued
Thinking exactly what he would call
This nuanced human.
“She will embody the rainbow.”
The Aged asked what would the creation be called.
“What majestic thing of man shall this be?” they asked.
Still, the Ancient of Days smiled as he reached
Towards man, putting him to sleep,
before the Aged,
Needed that which was rooted
In the earth He made to
Reengage man, to not just root, but anchor him.
In taking his rib,
Man yielded to the complete
Control of His Master once more.
“This is my last creation, none shall be like this.” He said.
Through intuition, the Ancient of Days
Evolved man to its unprecedented form.
“I will call this creation—woman.”
“She shall be alive as man is,
Able to carry the power of rebirth
Inside her as man does, as well as stamina and joy.”
As the Ancient of Days fashioned her
From bone, and flesh and dust,
He told the Aged of what she housed.
“I will make her with the eyes of
Fire and hope, being able to see
What is and shall be—she shall have empathy.”
“I will give her the nature of life, in three places.
She will be the only created being
Capable of evolving.”
“Through these same eyes,
She will bring and give light.
The ability to shine-
Fierce and resilient
To what may come.”
“She will need this as she is
Partnered with man, and others like her.”
The Ancient of Days fashioned
Her face, while the aged watched
As He molded her features,
Diligent towards her beauty,
Crafting worthy wonder in the face
Of the Aged.
“In here, her spine, I will place My resilience.
Making her flexible and tender when it is
Called upon her to be so. She will be
Both tenacious and steadfast.”
“There will be times when man is weak,
And her strength may be seen as different
Or weaker, but it is really an intuitivecharisma.”
He smiled again as He continued the steady work
Of woman, saying, “I will not only make her
Able, but brave.”
The Ancient of Days returned to her mouth,
Creating her tongue, throat and teeth.
“With her mouth, I give her the first place to give life.
She will be able to tell of love, be loved, and to master
What we know as language. For you see, I will have her
All over the world, no part of it shall exclude her.
Where there is man, there will be woman.”
“I will give her power and position to rise resilient
In the face of what has come to resist her. Her tongue
Shall be as a warrior. Being able to convey the knowledge of
A nurturer, to be persistent and interfere when nihilist discourse
“You see she is incapable of not caring, for I have made her
Free of such weight that apathy would bring.”
He closed her mouth,
gave her lips and said,
“Life is within her, all that is her
Is empath, her life would be a testimony to those that follow her
And will learn from her as students.”
The Aged asked, “Ancient of Days, you said
She will have life in three places, and we
Have seen but one. Surely, she is not as you have
Said—she is imperfect. Not as sovereign and
Dauntless as man.”
The Ancient of Days only smiled,
Irrepressible to His task and
Needs of His creation. “She is a changeling,
Her ability to be humble is in her need to adapt.”
“You see her freedom is in her forgiveness.” He
Said while fashioning woman’s hands and feet.
“Her hands shall give peace, facilitate liberation,
And her feet will show
What it is to be valiant.
Her passionate nature
Made genuine as she will be demanded of many
Things of those she will be made guardian over.”
“These hands, as man’s can turn to fists, as anything
That is how to hold or sustain and protect life
Must be able to be a fighter.
That is a requirement.”
“From those same fists, she is able to let go
Of what no longer suits her. With hands open,
She is able to give hope to the oppressed,
Ambition to those that desire growing and space
To the explorer.”
It is at her feet where she will
Be able to learn, become empowered
By all the innocent and seeking in her and of her.
She will possess a saged wisdom.”
As the Ancient Of Days, put more muscle
And bone within her, tethering her together
With arteries, ligaments and tendons, He spoke
Again to the watching Aged.
“I have made the skin thick on her
Hands and feet, to provide and anchor
To stand, to pray, and seek Me.
In times of hardship,
This thickened skin, such as mans, but softer
Will allow her to continue, this grit that will
Not deter her, even if it momentarily stops her.
This toughness will be done compassionately within her.
The Aged spoke again, saying, “Indeed she is remarkable,
And beautiful, but where else shall she have life? We still see only
Two places. “
Again they wondered, “ We see nowhere else You can
Fit any more into her.”
The Ancient of Days then smiled as He included
What He called her womb.
“She will house what those of other humans would
Call genuine magic, Mystic (mystjk) starstuff, “the Ancient
Of Days mused.
But here I will give her the capacity as I do,
To hold and create life, both male and female,
Using the life I have shut up within man.”
“Here, on the very inside of her, she will be able
To create community, perfectly determined
By her own will. This is her second point of created life.”
The Ancient of Days attached the womb into
Woman, creating pathways from it, and below it
To where life would come from. “She is every bit
the total being that man is. Her center of gravity is
housed within her, right here, because life is secured
within me. I must make sure all
she houses will be protected.
Her body will be as a temple,
More sacred than man’s even. ”
“She must be created to be as
I have made her, to bring forth
The revolutionary, evolutionary, and the
In closing up what the Ancient of Days called
Woman, He crafted her heart before the Aged.
“Here, look. Just as man’s, but this is the last
Place she shall be able to give life.”
Holding it before them, He squeezed it
And it began to beat.
“She will hold the hearts of Kings, Princes, servants,
Silly-seekers wishing to know better. She shall hold
Her children here, both living and unknown, and
Those whom I bring to her for love and tenderness.”
“I have set it above her womb so that the life
She hold, does not challenge the life that she lives,
And I have charged her to care for. She almost must
Take care of herself.”
In closing the woman, perfecting His creation,
This woman, He spoke to her in the very
Ears He had made for man.
He spoke to the mind He had given her,
With connections specific to the mind
He had given her.
“I have made you excellent.” He began.
“Able to speak blessings of what you will know as
Being candide (candid) and in times of deepest
Sorrow and change, I will give you grace
To share the nature of hope. I will make
You a l’Optimisme (an optimist).”
At His voice, her eyes opened,
Aware, and sharp.
She turned her head to the Ancient
Of Days whom still spoke to her.
Looking His own divinity wrapped
In flesh in the face he crafted.
“I will endow you with what
You will know as child like faith,
A wonder of Me worthy that will
Ease fears and will allow you
To trust Me.”
He smiled at her again
Smoothing her hair,
“I will give you the peace that comes
With Hakuna Matata—no worries.
I have made a harmony in you that will
Sync your essence with moon and tide.
See, there will be nothing that
You cannot overcome when I am present
Or when I give you to man.
A force of nature, with space to heal,
And an agent of change.”
“I have made you tall and strong
As the myths of Amazon women
Are noted to have been.”
“There shall be no others like you,
But all life shall be given and gotten
“You are a gift to man,
Needed by him, at his request.
Man will need your clarity.
He will need your intuition.
The world I send you to
Will need a persistent believer
In its evolution towards all things good.
Trust that all I have given you,
You will in turn give back to the world.”
From that, woman was given to man.
-JBHarris, September 2017
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