The Light of Loving the Sisterhood

Soft as the lofting breeze, is the light of loving Gentle is the moving sway, in the endless stillness Of the human heart, for compassion in rheum’s Perfection of the female soul of sisterhood! White doves fluttering at the divine clouds of Inspirational love, harmonious angels skipping in The vast divides above, these poetic muses blessed by Cherishes craft, eagles soaring within flights song of The soul inspired! Elegance dancing amongst the ivory powder of heaven, Maidens of tranquility swirling in the timeless waltz of Innocence beauty, sincerity’s weavers of art, color and light! Yet at twilight behold the shield warriors of devotion, Riding upon the dragons of the spiritual enlightenment, Protections guardians striking on the right side of justice And mercy! Painters are these souls’ sisters of the heart, whom tender Brush strokes paint the autumn leaves below, with the bursting Palate of the divine inspirational textures of their glorious flare! Explosions tempest, the storms hurricane to the passionate, For we are the angels of inspiration, cascading within the clouds Thunderous clapping, hear our soft words echoing within the souls of Humanity, as in the eye of romance whispers in the swaying winds Create beauty, magic and poetry! Man do we beguile, memorizing them with seductions flame of brilliance, Flickering nymphs of desire, playfully fluttering at the light of mankind, Fairies intrinsic creature’s ethereal beings, trying not to singe our wings Against sorrows envious spark of betrayal! For mortal women, birth mothers of future generations, we are all These mystical things, all rolled up into one sumptuous package, Tied with a big red bow of the timeless treasure box, called sisterhood! Let the male kindred thus so weep at our satin sleepers, we’ll cast them Silver tears as tokens of the heart, yet we are bound by the ties of the female Soul, and in unison our choir sings forever in the soul of sisterhood! Hearts to the heart, the connected vines of loving, Lights glorious shine of truth, wisdom, and beauty, In the dream catcher of humanity, in the circle sphere of Infinity, for we are the daughters of generations, the tender Weavers of emotions, faith hope and charity! Soft as the lofting breeze, is the light of loving Gentle is the moving sway, in the endless stillness Of the human heart, for compassion in rheum’s Perfection of the female soul of sisterhood! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN