Lilith Speaks by Kelly Hunter

[Guest guest]

Lilith Speaks: A Dramatic Monologue

by M. Kelley Hunter

 

Lilith enters:

 

You wonder: Who am I coming at you like your shadow,

Like a bird in flight in the dark of the night?

I am the first and the last. I am the honored one and the scorned

one.

I am the whore and the holy one.

I am the substance and the one who has no substance. (2)

You have summoned me with your desires.

There are things you need to know about Love and Creation.

What can I know about Love, you ask?

I seduce, I destroy, I have no heart?

I live in the Tree of Life,

With the serpent in the roots and the Thunderbird in its branches.

Why are you afraid of me, afraid of the tree?

What you see outside is what is inside of you.

And what is inside of you is what is outside of you. (2)

 

To Woman:

 

How beautiful are thy feet, O Daughters of the Moon!

In the joining of thy thighs is a jewel. (1)

I am wild like the wind. Yes!

Thy navel is like a round goblet filled with wine.

Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. (1)

I live in trees, I kiss serpents. Yes! Thy breasts are like two

young deer that are twins.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory.

Thine eyes are like the fishpools by the white harbor.(1)

My passion for life is boundless. It is the same as yours.

Feel it!

Let it fill you with your power and beauty!

 

To Man:

 

You, Man of my heart, do you remember me?

Do you remember the love we shared?

I long for a mate, thirsty like water.

Come to me, I want you, I need your seed

Or I wither and die, no fruit in my branches.

Do you resist me?

Is it because I am stronger than you in the darkness of the night?

You say I am an illusion, a dream. (3)

I am your true dream.

I offer you rapture and peace for your sterile pride.

You deny and question, but mine eyes gleam on thee,

lit with an ancient light.

My lips proclaim mysteries.

My arms hold all that gods desire and fools reject.

Behold me! (3)

 

BUT I will not submit to you and be put beneath you

like a serving maid.

I am his who dares to pay my price.

I ask too much, you say? Yet I give all. Why do you hold back?

I warn you. If you send me away, you will fall asleep,

And your rib will be taken out for your mate.

You banish me, but you will be cast out from the garden

and struggle to be reborn.

I will return to remind you of what you really want.

How you feel broken with a mate who is but a part of you,

like a crutch.

 

Her prophecy:

 

I hurt, I am ill. What is this place

Where the children live in cement boxes and eat

chemicals for food?

The land is burning with the raging fires of war.

My trees are cut down, ruthlessly uprooted;

Animals thanklessly consumed; my life blood spilled out for greed.

I cannot live here. I must go . . .

But " the flood plains of my heart will pour out over the land, " (4)

And you will hear my voice in the howling winds and the hurricanes -

in the earthquakes and the volcanoes!

 

 

Her plea:

 

Awake, O thou whom my soul loveth, and come

Come into my garden, where the spices flow out.

Come into your garden and eat the pleasant fruits. (1)

Come to the temple for the holy rites of love.

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, (1)

Set your soul free.