By Judith K. Moore
I am the many veiled faced of the Magdala
Lift my veil beneath which is
The mirror of the wounded woman
Wounded of flesh but strong of soul
Do you know me as I gaze through the windows of time?
Revealing the courage of my heart
I am the Magdala, a woman of many faces but one heart
I am the tears shed at Mai Lia, Wounded Knee and Ausvitch
The mothers’ tears for the sons of
Vietnam and Iraq
I am the tears of the African mother
Who has no milk for her dying child
And
The tears of the bride dreaming of love fulfilled
I sit beside her as she labors
The labor of love to feed
To comfort
To love
Unconditionally
Her tears are the healing balm
I am the whore who loves the unlovable in men
And
The Mother Theresa who holds them to her chest and weeps
I am courage and despair
Faith and desperation
I kindle the promise within
Your heart
Look into my mirror and know my many faces
© 2004 Judith K. Moore.
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