They call me mother of all
They say I am the first woman
And so I am…

The first to be treated as though
I am just a part and not the whole.

The first to hear, This is all your fault.
The first to stay faithful to my husband
Though he blamed me for his mistakes
Though we wandered in exile.

The first to rise from childbirth
To help my husband in the fields.

The first to bury a son killed by his brother.

The first to have her heart broken
Not once
But again and again
And still go on
Even so.

A Woman’s Imagery for Isaiah 25:6-10a

On this welcoming table our Wisdom God of divine love
will provide for all peoples
a feast of rich food and choice wines,
juicy, rich food and pure, choice wines.
On this table She will have no poison, no spoiled food
that sickens all peoples.
At this table she will have no privileged men
hoarding the feast, spreading their self-righteousness
like an evil web entrapping all.
She will destroy death and death-dealers forever.
Wisdom will wipe away
the tears from all faces.
The reproach of Her people She will remove
from the whole earth; for Wisdom God has spoken.

On that day it will be said:
“Behold our God, to whom we looked to save us!
This is Wisdom for whom we looked;
let us rejoice and be glad that She has saved us!”
For our generous God will welcome all to Her table.


Keturah bore Abraham six sons: Zimran, Jokshan, Medan, Midian, Ishbak, and Shuah. Genesis and First Chronicles also list seven of her grandsons (Sheba, Dedan, Ephah, Epher, Enoch, Abida, and Eldaah). Keturah’s sons were said to have represented the Arab tribes who lived south and east of Palestine (Genesis 25:1-6 & 1 Chronicles 1:32-33)

I don’t mind so much
That you don’t know me.
But I wish you knew
My beautiful sons.

Zimran was strong and proud.
His father’s eyes shone when he looked at Zimran.

Jokshan adored his older brother.
But he got tired of hearing about the great Isaac.

Medan wanted to be just like Zimran and Jokshan.
He walked early and was soon running.

Midian was so handsome.
It didn’t take long for the girls to be interested.

Ishbak was always in trouble.
What an imp he was!

Shuah was my baby.
How he hated to be called my baby.

Fine boys all
Fine fathers all
Forgotten all

A Meditation on Matthew 8:5-11

I imagined saying to Jesus, “Healer, the men in Rome lie paralyzed and your church suffers greatly.”

And Jesus said, “I will come and heal my church.”

I responded, “Lord, they are not worthy to have you come within their ornate churches. For they have silenced, abused and excluded many. But I am a mother, Lord, like our Mother God, and I know what it is to be disappointed in your children and still love them. For myself, I would ask you to send a Sampson to bring it all down about their heads. But I know your Mother-love is wiser than my hate.”

Jesus answered, “Who then would you have me send?”

And I replied, “Lord, all around me I see strong women of deep faith. They cry out in your name but the men of Rome refuse to listen. Send them, Lord, to heal your church. For with you, Lord, with their faith in our Mother God, with their compassion for the abused and excluded, with their love for your church, with you, Lord, they can heal your church. Here they are, Lord, faithful and strong but silenced and hurting. Send them, Lord, and go with them.”

And Jesus replied, “I see them. I know them. On all the altars of all those ornate churches, in all the fine robes and raised golden cups, I do not see such faith, such strength and persistence. Like the widow before the unjust judge, they do not cease to cry out for justice. You need to understand, our Mother God and I have sent them, I am with them.”

“I tell you, many who were abused and silenced, many who were excluded and cast out, will sit with me at the banquet of our God with Sarah, Hagar and Keturah, Rebecca, Leah and Rachel, Miriam, Deborah and Ruth, with my mother Mary and Mary Magdala, with all my beloved women, with the abused and the ignored. And the men of Rome shall see the wisdom and the honor of women. And the men of Rome will weep and gnash their teeth and tear their fine vestments. Their eyes will be opened and they will see their folly.”

And Jesus said to me, “Until then, daughter, find comfort and strength in each other and in our Mother God.”

Finding God

When I was young
I searched for God
In church
In catechisms
In rosaries and holy water
In Latin and liturgy.

When I was older
I thought I found God
In yoga
In philosophies
In wildernesses
In mystics and mysteries.

I am content to see God
In my backyard
As I look out the kitchen window
While I wash dishes
In warm water.