Transcend

Written by: Pamela Davison

Open wide, my sisters. 
Prepare your hearts 
To make welcome the light 
That would ask us 
To become mothers, 
Bringers of the dawn. 

Release your burdens 
In this human condition, 
For the time is now. 
Seven generations 
Of unborn ancestors 
Depend upon our attention. 

Eldership has come 
To the autumn of our medicine. 
Let each word represent 
What we would teach our family. 
Here is where matriarchy must begin. 

Our Grandmothers are dying 
As moments slip 
Into eternity, 
Yielding the future unto us. 
Transcend your fears 
So we may attain our purpose.