Theology
"Theology"
27th Daas, 9
Naomi Of Unity
27th Daas, 9
Naomi Of Unity
Mating season is over now, and our child grows inside me; Buri smells the pheromone differences. Buri and I are in day fifteen of listening together, one Parashah a day, laid curled up. Not quite the way it is supposed to be done, but I'm not complaining.
"...I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery. Have no other gods before Me."
He pauses it. "I think I have to talk about this."
I nuzzle him. "What's on your mind?"
He doesn't nuzzle me back. That's unusual... He's nervous. Extrapolate. It's an odd point to pause unless... Oh. He sees my face change, and nods.
I weigh up how to respond. I... "Just checking, do you mean I'm your goddess?"
One of his claws points to the speaker laid on my stomach. "Yes. And I know you would be worried by that. This has been said twice, word for word."
"Which is why you want us to talk about it."
"I wanted to talk about it when this phrase was said before, but I..."
I smile. "Didn't fancy telling your goddess that you have to demote her?"
He nods. "I didn't know where to begin."
I nuzzle him. "Buri, I might be a little crazy-" He looks at me. I laugh. "-But, I am not a goddess. Just your wife."
"It's always seemed to me that a man should worship his wife."
I smile. "I'd agree wife-worship is better than most possibilities, but it's still putting me somewhere I don't belong." I take his hand. "I'm not a goddess."
He nods. "No." He stretches his arms. "No, you are our Noah, or Joseph, or Moses. You're the person that your God puts in place at the right time to save the people." The notion of being compared to Moses disturbs me, but I can see his logic. "You don't like the comparison?"
"Being compared to Moses is an extremely high compliment. It's one I don't feel worthy of." I pause. "But I know what you are thinking here."
He thinks it over. Wondering why it made me uncomfortable. "I'm saying that I see the pattern. MSI is our Egypt."
"True."
"And God put you in place to lead us to freedom, then gave me to you."
I smile. "For which I'm eternally grateful. To both you and Him." Leg twitches. I roll off him, and stand. "Getting cramp."
He joins me, and we walk to the window. He holds my hips as we watch the sunrise, leans over me to rest his chin on my forehead. "Wife Naomi."
I look up at the sabres dangling over my eyes. "Husband Buri."
I look out the window, and wonder.
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