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While hunting for something else..

.. I found this instead, from..
Letters From Maine
by May Sarton

When a woman feels alone, when the room
Is full of daemons,
the Nootka tribe
Tells us, “The Old Woman will be there.”

She has come to me over three thousand miles

And what does she have to tell me, troubled

“by phantoms in the night?” Is she really here?

What is the saving word from so deep in the past,

From as deep as the ancient rot of the redwood,

From as deep as the primal bed of the ocean,

From as deep as a woman’s heart sprung open

Again through a hard birth or a hard death?

Here under the shock of love, I am open

To you, Primal Spirit, one with rock and wave,

One with the survivors of flood and fire,

Who have rebuilt their homes a million times,

Who have lost their children and borne them again.

The words I hear are strength, laughter, endurance.

Old woman I meet you deep inside myself.

There in the rootbed of fertility,

World without end, as the legend tells it.

Under the words you are my silence.

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  • May 11, 2008, 9:11 am Anonymous

    Very nice. Thank you.

    Rio

  • May 14, 2008, 9:27 am Beth Owl's Daughter

    You are so very welcome. Isn’t she just wonderful? What a gift to us.