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(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. To know more about this poem, about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) |
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