Mournful Acceptance

Dear Men,

We miss you.

Deeply.

When women gather together in circles.

We tell stories of how much we long for you.

Crave you.

Pray for you to rise and come back

From the caves we banished you to.

We mourn and miss your presence.

In our childhoods.

In the homes we’ve built without you.

In our beds.

We hold hands and beg God to give you

the strength to set you free from our misguided intolerance and hatred

We yearn to have you standing at our side.

Right here.

Here In intimacy.

In integrity.

In wholeness.

In freedom

We feel your pain and we see your power.

We miss you.

We love you.

We can’t wait for you to come home

And for the men who have

Thank you so much.

Please call your brothers.

start men’s circles.

Show them the manuals.

Remind them of their divine beingness

Tell them of what we forced you to give up

But are willing to return to you

Of your brokenness that we caused

Of what it truly means to take up the mantle of protector, father and lover

Please.

There aren’t enough men to divinely love

The women have tried and failed to

Force unholiness upon you

We realize we can’t do it without you

And that we are two parts of a whole

We cannot be independent of you, nor you us.

We ask for your forgiveness

We realize the restoration must come from within the Divine Masculine.

We cannot force others to our will

Which is the antithesis of the Divine Feminine

We tried.

We bow out.

In regretful acceptance

And we will wait for you to burst free from the shackles we have placed on you.

We pray.

We pray.

We pray.

We pray for your forgiveness

Julie O'Hara 2024