Emancipation

Weeping and chanting
With the rhythm of the ocean
The Sacred Women wait,
They wait for their men
They wail for their children
And they wait for me
To lay my burden down
With theirs.
We are bereft but not barren
The future contained in our fertility.
My body bends to theirs,
My women speak
My women live
To give
Those who follow
A reason to be.
Quietly defiant
We contained our fears
Inside such bitter tears,
And perhaps they thought
God had abandoned them
But He put them in your hand
Because here they stand
Delivered to this land
With such amazing grace.
There is redemption in reverence
Emancipation for all of us.
My pilgrimage ends
In the arms of the Sacred Women.

Victoria Braham Sarne