A moment, while I speak
Each moment is a sacrament
of grace that peaks
And valleys
And troughs
And waves overhead
Woman
of a thousand faces
Pretend, if you will, that your
true face is dead
Woman
in a million spaces
listen to me now, and lay down
your head
Woman, you’ve a thousand faces
But you know that one is true
It’s the one that is lovely
Has a soul, brain, and body
It’s the one that is only and
uniquely you
There’s a purpose that purposed
the stars to align
It’s the purpose that made out
your person’s design
And the trees to give fruit
Like the fruit in your womb
Be not afraid
rest your eyes
I am the way and the truth and
the life
Follow my lead and let me drive
Sway to the rhythm of eventide
I lead you onwards by hand and by
foot
and my power is made perfect
in ashes and soot
Woman, oh, woman
Lay on this breast
Let your face lose its worries
and wrinkles and mists
Hear my heart beat
Follow its rhythm
Follow my feet
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