As the moon reaches Her fullness,
I feel you, sister.
As the fires rage on,
I weep with you, sister.
As the heat of the summer fades,
I sweat with you, sister.
As we remember,
When we were burned for being Wise.
For embodying Sophia, we were called devil worshippers.
I laugh at their scorn
weave songs, breathe dances, swirl infusions, pick Her herbs, sew Her fibers.
I feel my heart, remember my breath.
We walk on.