Women Who Weep

weeping women there are women, of no great happenstance, in this world, almost invisible. they are there and here because we are still here. sit in offices, labour in factories, care for homes and toil in fields. they have no outstanding talent or accomplishment by which they shine save one, they are the women who weep. a soft greyness, doves breast, permeates their open hearts small streams of sorrow cast as tears pour forth unobtrusively for the earth, their mother, her missing and wounded and all the thoughtless selfish transgressions, perpetrated in the name of civilization. most often they do not know why they cry for there seems no reason in their lives but the silent moments come perhaps to give sign of Gaea’s pain, to wash away the layers of suffering.