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I've used this poem in several versions in several places, even read it in a ritual or two. Because it has four stanzas, it can be used to cast a circle. This is the one poem that actually got me out of bed and turning on my computer at three a.m. so I could format it properly. Most recently, I read it at the end of the hour when I was interviewed by Creatrix Media.
There is a web of women living lightly in the world.
As gently as hand upon forehead, checking for fever,
the web touches the pulse of the planet with intention
There is a flood of women weeping softly for the world.
As tender as hand upon heart, cherishing her precious children,
the web cries for lost intention
There is a circle of women dancing joyfully through the world.
As exultant as hand touching yoni, celebrating our mysteries,
the web sings for intention found again
There is a web of women tenderly enclosing the world.
As sturdy as hands setting roots, planting community,
the web encircles intention held