In Sisters we praise
the long pauses of togetherness,
the merging of our deep rooted selves,
the gathering of our most difficult and joyous days,
the celebrations unfolding,
between the chaos and courage of our lives.
In Sisters we praise
shared glances of remembering,
soups of certainty,
teas brewed and sipped slowly,
endless spiraling conversations,
full of our glorious wondrous selves.
In Sisters we praise
the children we share,
those who find shelter
under our collective web of wings,
our nurturing caresses,
our natural abilities to open ourselves up
and gather the small ones to our sides,
releasing them into a world
we tend to ceaselessly.
In Sisters we praise
the deep long breaths we take for one another,
brief telephone calls,
a passing hug while driving by,
an unexpected openness of time
carved for the sharing,
for the conclusions we make about life
in all its grandness,
in all its smallness,
in all its in between ness.
In Sisters we praise
the turning of tides,
the strengthening of seasons,
the acceptance of moods full blown,
measuring the chaos between the celebrations.
In Sisters we praise
the comfortableness of silence,
feelings expressed and feelings hidden,
exploration of days gone mad
and then days ripe
for blooming.
In Sisters we praise
the gentleness of love,
the heroic spaces of forgiveness,
the warriorship of empathy,
the sweet melodious conversations,
the creativity of love,
simple enduring love,
and then not so simple fleeting love
with memories intact.
In Sisters we praise
the aging of life,
the pauses for reflection,
solitudes awakened,
red tents sprouting all around us.
In Sisters we praise
our natural ability to celebrate the struggles
while nurturing wide fields of possibility,
brief glimpses into aging lives,
of warrior women
calling all sisters
to throw open wide
and sing
In Sisters We Praise!
maureen st.clair
