Woman's Mystical Wisdom

Are all the mystical poets are old bearded men

with pointed turbans who lived centuries ago?


Do women have mystical wisdom?

we who bear children

experience the mystery of pregnancy

we who lend our bodies to the growth of another

we who labour to bring the child from the inner to the outer

we who suckle our babes

feel our breasts hard with milk

feel it drip bounteously from our nipples

we who see the mystical in the mundane

laundry dirty dishes perfect salads

snotty noses sick children

well made beds clean kitchen sinks


we are no strangers to the unknown and the agony

since the beginning of time

we have created groaned nurtured

our babies into being

we have screamed at the wailing wall

as our children have been wantonly killed by bombs bullets cars

our handiwork is the work of God

yet destroyed as thoughtlessly as the work of the devil


women’s work is love

not the romantic kind

that ends happily ever after

but ongoing tough love

that expands through pain tears and forgiveness

love that causes our tender hearts to ache for the pain of another

love that breathes us into acceptance

love that keeps on loving after tragedy

wild courageous feminine love