I stand at the gate. I look back at what was. I look forward at what should be. My name is woman, and so I

Today, I am a rebel. I forget about the laundry and dishes. I turn all my phones to silent And write. Yesterday, I cared what

Why am I here and not there? I am HERE because I have been THERE.   Been there, done it, have the diplomas to prove

God of ages has called me to the Second Mile, To walk with my sisters through the Valley. I pray for the strength and the

Light shines from                 a thousand prisms,                                 hung on golden filigree,                 above the hall below, where sheltered men                 wear sheltering talitot                                

I saw the angels. God’s holy angels. It’s all I used to talk about: Angels and the baby with the tired young mother. It was

Each drop of blood on the road to Golgotha was matched with a thousand tears of mine. I, who held Christmas in my body, saw

I CREATOR/CONQUEROR/COMFORTER   II One God—when no one else—sufficient. One Love, created us, proficient. Our wills, returning love, deficient. One Sacrifice applied, efficient.   III

When I saw my cousin again, I had walked all day, my ankles swollen like my feet. Her bright eyes made my journey worth it.