Grand Mother

Grandmother 
Grand. Mother. 
Before me 
Who was she?
I see the woman who chose a fate in hell
Over watching her family enslaved
With faith in Jesus, in compassion and love
And sword hardened by the world she braved
I wonder, Grand Mother
Who you are 
When your busy body dreams at night?

Grandmother 
Grand. Mother. 
Before me 
Who was she?
I see the woman committed to a life
Step out of her own and cross oceans
To give birth only to give up child 
Take on guilt and a heart forever broken 
I wonder, Grand Mother
Who you are 
When your anxious thoughts cease at night?

Grandmother 
Grand. Mother. 
Before me 
Who was she?
I see the woman who believes in man and church 
Longing and praying to be Mother
Who lost faith in her own body and heart 
Seeking control where she couldn’t source power 
I wonder, Grand Mother
Who you are 
When your weary heart rests at night? 

Grandmother 
Grand. Mother. 
Who will I be? 
Was I the one who broke the chains?
Who took back authority of her story,
Who felt and responded to her pain? 
Who tilled Earth for young seedlings to grow,
And guarded the forest of old?
I wonder, what Grand Mother I will be
What Grand Father time will tell of my soul