When someone holds your hand,
And let's you hold on
Until you're ready to let go,
That is the unperverted spirit
Of female originator,
That is a love that nourishes you
And lets you be your best.

When someone runs beside you,
Holding you up while you learn
To ride a bicycle,
That is the unperverted spirit
Of the masculine ancestor.
That is a love
And a pride in you
That you can never, and should not ever
Have in yourself.

And when someone comes to you
In your fear and your weakness
And becomes your refuge and your strength
This is the unpervertable principal source
And sustainer of your soul.

We need someone to hold our hands,
To love and nourish all our lives,
An alma mater.

We need someone to be proud of us,
A pater magnus.

We need a secret place
To live and move and be,
And we have one,
And you will never be denied
Again.

-jenn