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
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
to help
to heal
to comfort.
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
to heal
to comfort
to help.
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
to comfort
to help
to heal.
There is a web of women tenderly enclosing the world.
As sturdy as hands setting roots, planting community,
the web encircles intention held
to help
to heal
to comfort.