As I hid my face in my hands, I felt a warm breeze
I knew the presence of another, a kindred soul
Whose willowy voice called my name from the past
For all my tears and hurt and anger
I could not see her face
I sought for her in Scripture
And I yearned for her embrace…
As I explored through wispy pages, God led
I trusted that He would reveal her, that wise ancient force
Life giver, Woman, Eve, Sinner, Forgiven
In spite of my fear and pride and rage
I could soon see her face
I gazed in the mirror of Holy Writ
I heard her whispers of grace…
As my soul absorbs her years, the Spirit sheds new light
I discover she is many and her daughters are thus arrayed
Unafraid and submissive, her children call her blessed
Now wedded to calm and joy and virtue
I can touch her smiling face
I see daughters of Sarah all around
And I hear their whispers of grace…