Some
celebrate their bodies,
making of them works of art,
enhancing lips with color,
eyes with shadow,
dressing in skirts
that dance when they walk,
fleshy personas whose grace pervades,
a wholeness evoking appreciation.

Many
without time or means for art,
survive for children, family
against aches of hunger,
spears of fear,
dare to do whatever makes sense
in the face of despair,
a wholeness evoking admiration.

All
carry within a strength,
a call to live out the be-comings
of the Great Mother,
the mother of each one, every single thing,
inviting a wisdom-courage
that turns the doings of daily living
into acts of love,
a wholeness evoking awe.

September 2, 2015