~ sweet water ~


As mothers
as women
as warriors

we choose
and we
compromise

our hearts
are often
torn
and we
bleed
in all
directions.

The milk
and blood
that flow
become
rivers
of love
of loss
of life

become
the current
that carries
the boats

of
all the
other
women

as they
in their choosing
journey also
toward the
ocean
of their
greatest heart
their
most pure
exalted self.

Go forth
beauty-full women

Set sail
sovereign in your ship

and may you remember
to trust
the wind
in her still moments

to respect
the rhythm
of her reckless tides

and may your
faith
in following
her call
through the cavernous night
be met

as you stand tall
heart open
holding still
the guilded horizon
of your every dream

deep and
knowing
the sweet water
will come
will carry you
home

 

(c) Chandu Bickford 2018