To All My Sisters

Smooth Roundness

such Bells of Flesh

calling to Feed

both body and soul

Ring out in their Sensuous

appeal for tenderness

These bells, Embodiment

of how we nurture Life into Being

and Being into Humanity,

these fine bells

tense and loud at first

then longer

more Sonorous with Time,

extensions of our heart’s Fiber

like limbs of deeper giving

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To sever these bells

is to remove our outward

manifestation

as Life Givers

it comes at great sacrifice

endows us, yes,

with a profounder grasp

of our responsibility

as Thrones of Life,

still

Bereavement

arises first

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Art Work By Yaron Rosner