Before us. There were those who came before us. They walked in the places we now call “our community.”
They created homes from the depths of their hearts and planted gardens in the depths of the earth that held the soles of their feet.
Their arms were strong. Holding their children, holding their dreams. And their voices were holy to the sounds of a child.
When Women gather, there is a breath, a sound like no other. Listen! It is like a roaring wind that cuddles and whispers, “no need to worry”. Everything will be alright.
Before us. There were those who came before us. They built bridges that connected laughter and joy, peace and hope. And compassion followed wherever they went.
They sang songs and danced. Singing soft, singing loud, whirling! Their spirits are lifted by the Spirit that is Holy.
Their ears were tuned to hearing cries of hopelessness and despair. They followed these sounds, and spread their arms wide, offering comfort, offering a way to wholeness.
When Women gather, there is a passion of protection that holds creation in her hands. She covers the weary and prays strength for the weak.
Before us. There were those who came before us. Creating paths for us to follow. Sharing their stories of joy and pain, touching future lives, that those who gather today, will do the same.
May it be so.
Rev. JacquiP
Beginning Again 