Sisters, Battles and friends

My dear sister and friend,

What has time done to us?

What has the clock that ticks for each mortal soul made our beautiful faces into?

My hand that held the weapons of freedom and love has started to wrinkle.

My grip grown less firm.

We stood once, both in beauty and strength; a sight to behold.

Our faces are our own, the beauty not gone, but transformed.

For that is God’s true vision and wisdom... our beauty, like the pure energy and love he formed us with does not fade... it just transforms to a higher state.

Each bead of wisdom adorns our head as a grey hair that is fiercely and painfully won.

The strength of our youth is not gone... it is both present in the wisdom we once lacked and in the vigor and strength of our progeny; the wonder that is our children that bless our age and bless humanity with the love and wisdom that our sacrifices have purchased for them.

Despite our wounds (internal and external). We are the lucky ones.

We are the ones that answer the call, not forgetting our True selves and identity.

We are women first, as is our nature and highest calling, but warriors and Soldiers in the truest sense because of that, not in spite of.

The love we hold is that of the fierceness of a Lion, a passion of a maniac, the endurance of a hart, and the patience of a redwood. The yin in the heart of the yang.

We ne’er go silent into that good night, for our flame blazes with those songs unsung, those words unsaid, the dreams that have burned in our mothers’ hearts for a thousand years; waiting for the daughters that would sing them, speak them into existence and life and brave the flames and walk through the fire for the love that shines within the very core of their DNA shared with women throughout the world and throughout the human existence... but had been made silent with fear and persecution.

We are the warriors. We are the inspiration that make warriors out of worms. We are the ones that see the beauty and bravery that others pass by and reward it... by encouraging and nurturing it to fight for those it loves. To live, to endure. To create and to enhance and empower. We are the mothers. The warriors. THE VALKYRIE.

I LOVE YOU, MY DEAR AND FAITHFUL FRIEND.