Could God Be a Woman

There are all types and sizes for what it is worth

Bitches and witches and scrubbers and worse

But they’re loved and adored and have a load to bare

To be feeling, to emphasis but mostly to care

In the womb we begin and are fed and deformed

But it’s time for eviction and when we are born

But now there’s a mother and a new life to be

And the child doesn’t know the difference between she and me

And maybe from birth, Mother Nature becomes Mother Earth

In the arms of a woman lie the lost and the found

It’s the arms of a woman or the world turning round

Could the arms of a woman be the last, be the first?

So could God be a woman for the whole universe?

And maybe we never forgive for having being let go

But we always need our mummies, their love and their home

But there is no perfect mother, eventually she’ll fail

She’ll love us and leave us, love and leave us again

Mythology has Atlas holding up the Earth

But it should have been a woman, the bedrock from birth

But she’s only human, she’ll have to leave the room

It’s painful to learn that life is not a womb

And we grow, because of the letting go

In the arms of a woman lie the lost and the found

It’s the arms of a woman or the world turning round

Could the arms of a woman hold the laugh, give the birth?

So could God be a woman for the whole universe?

The Earth is a she, a nation is a she

A ship is a she, carry us over the sea

In the arms of a woman lie the lost and the found

It’s the arms of a woman or the world turning round

Could the arms of a woman be the last, be the first?

So could God be a woman for the whole universe?

A mother figure is a mother

Mother figure of speech

Mother figures are there to love and to teach

They can be grannies, nannies and others

Who are glad to watch over and care

She can even be your dad