(Poem by Wendy Howe )

Invoking the woman who once fell to earth
and ascended as the mother of humankind.

Tonight, the sky lowers its roof
and we dream you fall
through the eaves of heaven
once again.

Oh! Woman, come into the fields
and gather your people.

Fill the jars with water,
the baskets with grain
and lend the tree
a shawl of blossoms.

Oh! Woman, come into the house
and light all rooms.

Burn the reeds bundled
in the corner,
strike the river stones
piled on the shelf,
and ignite the strength
of your family.

Oh! Woman, come and look
into the mirror.

Change what you see --
The man without a boat
to catch his fish,
the bride without a loom
to weave her cloth
and children holding sticks
to rile dust or ants
as they play in the sun.

Oh! Woman, come and cast your song
into the valley.

Your words fly and land,
feed and echo,
a white flock of birds
scattered along the spine of earth.

How beautiful to watch and listen
as we step back
praying in the shadows.
© 2011, Wendy Howe. E-mail.

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