See the woman

[Thorhall]

She has a young face, an old face
She carries herself well in all ages
She survives all men has done

In some tribes she is free
In some religions she is under men
In some societies she is worth what she consumes

In some nations she is delicate strength
In some states she is told she is weak
In some classes she is property owned

In all instances she is sister to earth
In all conditions she is live bringer
In all life she is our necessity

See the woman eyes
Flowers swaying on scattered hills
Sundancing, calling in the bees

See the woman heart
Lavender butterflies fronting blue skies
Misty rain falling in soft wild roses

See the woman beauty
Lightning streaking dark summer nights
Forests of pines mating with new winter snow

See the woman spirit
Daily serving courage with laughter
Her breath a dream and a prayer

John Trudell