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Maybe because of Mother's Day. Maybe just because. I thought of how music lifts spirits in trying times, and about how being a woman gives opportunity to experience a fair share of those. My friend Wil Maring once reminded me that even the sad songs make us feel happier. Anyhow, the musing turned into this:
Woman Song
Sing we now of things to be
of wars and dreams and worlds to see
of love and life and broken glass
of wishes that may come to pass
Sing we of the moments kissed
of pain and mercy, loved ones missed
of past and present, now and then
of memories that thrive again
Sing we of our limits found
of promises forever bound
of hope endured and peace restored
of losses we can ill afford
Sing we of the blessed child
of taming hearts forever wild
of growing up and growing old
of dancing warm and giggling cold
Sing we loud with silent voice
of tears that fall when we rejoice
of meaning hiding in plain view
of living lies and staying true
We sing.
Deborah L. W. Roszel
May 12, 2013
Hi Deborah,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your beautiful and sensitive insight of a "Woman Song". You are very talented.
Warmly, Karan K. Gleddie
Thank you, Karan. Thanks for coming by!
DeleteGorgeous, it was perfect.
ReplyDeleteSing we now of things to be
of wars and dreams and worlds to see
of love and life and broken glass
I have chills, lady.
I'm glad to hear you have chills. I had chills when the inspiration for this hit me. The words just come sometimes, and it's like they write themselves and then I read them. This was one of those times.
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