I AM the Goddess of Sarah, ‘Hagar’, Rebekah & Rachel

I AM the Goddess of Sarah, ‘Hagar’, Rebekah & Rachel

Imagine ‘hearing’ the story
via this ‘shoot’—

Can you listen with new ears?
The vine of this root is
being spread throughout the world.

Zipporah, wife of Moses…
she knew the land.
‘She’ lived beneath the mountain
and one day it called to her.

She left everything
uncertain of her search—
yet, some-thing tugged at her.

She climbed…
the mountain was rugged—
out of breath, she held her course
not understanding the prodding of
the spirit within her.

She came to a ledge—
and as she pulled herself up
as if onto a perch—
a light gleamed from a corner.

She rushed to ‘see’—
urgency filled her…
a new sense of strength
led her forward.

She could barely believe
what her eyes beheld—
illuminated in fire…
its branches blossomed
while set ablaze.

Zipporah thought, “How can this be?”

AND then a VOICE—

“Zipporah, I AM the Goddess of
Sarah, Hagar, Rebekah and Rachel.
Take off your sandals, my
the ground you stand upon is HOLY
and I want nothing more than for us
to be joined sole to soul.”

Zipporah heeded and walked to the
tree.  Her being burned with a
fire within her—
unlike one she had ever felt.

The Goddess spoke—
“Take your children and your
children’s children…it is
time to move on.”
Zipporah did not question—
she only asked, “How?”

The Goddess said, “You will
know as you go and I will
walk beside you.”

When Zipporah returned
from the mountain,
she gathered together the community—
they prayed and set out for
a promised land.

All at once, and pregnant with wonder,
they gathered what seemed necessary.
They entered new terrain, untethered
from a ‘system’ keeping them in
bondage, in despair—
they were now captives, set free,
walking without answers and
trying to build on HOPES and

As they walked—hundreds of people,
animals wandered and TRUSTED,
but the ground beneath their
feet began to shake,
“What could it be?”  This their
unspoken refrain as they
glanced at one another.

Looking back
in the distance
a rising of dust—
it was not a storm…
It was the very persons who held
them for so long— coming
NOW to retrieve them.  Their
system could not work
without them—

Fear settled upon several within
the community.  Now
directly in front of them—
a mighty sea.

Zipporah said, “Be not afraid.”
The Goddess parted the waters
and the people entered as if into a
birth canal— and they walked.

Massive walls of water
encompassed them.
As their pursuers entered,
they pressed forward with a
quickened pace—

As the last one crossed out of
the parted sea, the Goddess
began to cry—
Her tears filled in the path
parted by the waters.

At first the people began to
shout with jubilation as
they watched the waters
engulf their pursuers

BUT Zipporah proclaimed,
“It is not time to rejoice…
The Goddess has created ALL
life and to see any of her
‘beings’ wounded, destroyed
causes only grief.

We must press on mindful
of the Goddess’ ways—”

Each of us walks a path—
some may choose to stay
right here—it is their place.
Others will go on
searching or seeking…
it is their journey.
Others will_________________.

Transformed by the ‘unknowing,’
we are IN a promised land…

How will we care for it and
each other?






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