[Inspired by the 3rd day of Advent prompts by Two Sylvia’s Press]
Though the patriarchy circle their antique medicine wagons
Though pale men study ancient hallowed tomes
Though cries of heresy resonate in archaic templed halls
Still the veil is frayed, split
The inner sanctum opened
As it must, as it should
As justice rolls down, finally,
A woman raises high the chalice
No extra nor extraordinary revelation needed
For women to be priests
