The women of the wood

The Women of the Woods

The women of the woods

I saw today.

Were they here, were they shadows, were they spirits of another day.

The spirits of the woods they came, when the sun was out and the tree where bare.

The women of the woods they had something to say.

Could I hear. 
Could I hear, on that snowy day.

There was a light that shined

It was the presence of the Lord.

You see I was praying,  I was praying for those daughters that were yet to be born.
  I was praying for those sister that walked the earth here.
Those mothers and all their silent tears
The women of the woods came out that day.
Could I hear what they had to say.
some were African, some were Indian, some were Asian.
Some were short, some were tall.
All in colorful garments they bowed.
They had something to say.
One by one they appeared.
The women of the woods come out that day.
To see if I could hear.
Hear the cries that they prayed.
Hear their many tears.
The women of the woods came out that day.
As  I walked and as I thought
"Who am I" I said
who am I, to see and hear.
And be given this privilege on this dear day.
 to see these women who have labored and toiled.
That I may stand that I may be,
a woman of the woods.
Who am I, who am I, that I would cry.
Their pain and their sorrow.
Their infinite joy.
Their exposure to the Lord.
And how they flourish the more.
Who am I, who am I.
The women of the woods came out that day.
As I walked and as they played.