What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?The world would split open.
I hear the singing of the lives of women. The clear mystery, the offering, and the pride.
Slowly I would get to pen and paper, Make my poems for others unseen and unborn. In the day I would be reminded of those men and women, Brave, setting up signals across vast distances, considering a nameless way of living, of almost unimagined values.
I hear the singing of the lives of women. They clear mystery, the offering, and pride.