TODAY WALK IN BEAUTY!
Lady of Liberty and Mother of Freedom and Justice to All,
who offers her welcome to whomever may call,
be them rich, poor or oppressed,
she stands watch in her robes, so dressed,
a gift of friendship from France to the U.S.
dedicated in 1886 and designated a National Monument in 1924,
an historic landmark to its very core.
she passed her torch from Bedloe’s to the renamed Liberty Island,
never frowned, but kept on smiling.
she raised her torch of eternal light and freedom upwards toward the heavenly clouds,
evoking cries and tears of emotion from the visiting crowds.
so, thanks to the great genius of Bartholdi and Eiffel, our symbol
of freedom still stands by the bay,
to signal all passing through, that liberty, justice and the
pursuit of happiness and opportunity in America is here to stay,
in the good ole U.S.A.
~Joseph P. Martino, Poet, Writer, World Traveler
Women, please join me during the month of February to read and use the following Lakota Sioux Prayer as a mantra of spreading, peace, love, and gratitude.
MITAKUYE OYASIN: A LAKOTA SIOUX PRAYER
Aho Mitakuye Oyasin….All my relations. I honor you in this circle of life with me today. I am grateful for this opportunity to acknowledge you in this prayer.
To the Creator, for the ultimate gift of life, I thank you.
To the mineral nation that has built and maintained my bones and all foundations of life experience, I thank you.
To the plant nation that sustains my organs and body and gives me healing herbs for sickness, I thank you.
To the animal nation that feeds me from your own flesh and offers your loyal companionship in this walk of life, I thank you.
To the human nation that shares my path as a soul upon the sacred wheel of Earthly life, I thank you.
To the Spirit nation that guides me invisibly through the ups and downs of life and for carrying the torch of light through the Ages, I thank you.
To the Four Winds of Change and Growth, I thank you.
You are all my relations, my relatives, without whom I would not live. We are in the circle of life together, co-existing, co-dependent, co-creating our destiny. One, not more important than the other. One nation evolving from the other and yet each dependent upon the one above and the one below. All of us a part of the Great Mystery.
Thank you for this Life.
I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t do it all.
I can’t be all things to all people At all times and under all circumstances.
I can’t be the one to always change my plans to suit another’s.
I can’t be the one to pick up after others all the time.
I can’t work all day and stop at the grocery and cook dinner And have it ready by 6:30.
I can’t carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I need some support, too, and a rest.
I can’t; can’t, can’t cantaloupe, can’t canticle, can’t cantilever,
Cantina, cantata, cantankerous, cannon,
Canape, canard, candelabra, can… can…,
Can I? Can I just do it? Can I do it all?
Can I ration my time to allow for my priorities?
Can I ask others to share the burdens?
Can I refuse this role of superwoman?
Can I just ‘say no?’ I can. I can just say no.
I can just say, “I’m out of the business of doing it all.”
I can take time for myself to breathe
And dream or just sit quietly.
And I will!
I am a woman that is black and beautiful inside and out, filled with joy and pride.
I am a woman as graceful as a butterfly; a woman that can be seen and heard.
I am a woman that is cunning, a woman of skill and knowledge.
I am a woman with strength, to knock down any boundaries keeping me from my journeys of life.
I am a woman that dreams to have a life of an angel with never ending love and happiness.
I am a woman that’s your lover and friend, and keeps you feeling loved and secure.
I am a woman of respect and admiration; respecting and admiring mind, body and soul.
I am a woman with a passionate kiss and lips as soft as fresh rose petals.
I am a woman, leaving you wanting and wishing for more.
I am a woman with a charm that’s as radiant as the sunshine.
I am a woman full of laughter, giggles and grins, which is the medicine of the soul.
I am a woman with my own identity, look into my eyes and you’ll see who I am.
~Created from Shayla Parks’ Poem
The laughter of women sets fire
to the Halls of Injustice
and the false evidence burns
to a beautiful white lightness
It rattles the Chambers of Congress
and forces the windows wide open
so the fatuous speeches can fly out
The laughter of women wipes the mist
from the spectacles of the old;
it infects them with a happy flu
and they laugh as if they were young again
Prisoners held in underground cells
imagine that they see daylight
when they remember the laughter of women
It runs across water that divides,
and reconciles two unfriendly shores
like flares that signal the news to each other
What a language it is, the laughter of women,
high-flying and subversive.
Long before law and scripture
we heard the laughter, we understood freedom.
~ Lisel Mueller