Women have strength beyond their own imaginings
Carrying wood on their heads, children on their hips, pain in their pockets.
Their souls rise up on the hills, their voices bead their hope.
A woman’s walk is shackled, a woman’s heart is splayed open.
She bleeds and tears and brings life.
She wails and cries and brings rivers of healing.
She holds and touches and brings understanding.
A woman kneels before her God with open palms of praise.
Always
Sam
xoxox
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