
Navajo - Changing Woman
Let me not forget
in the heart of woman,
her soul of compassion,
lives in the knowing;
Of her places and moments,
in life spent learning,
all the pains and pleasures,
which loves expression brings.
Always she has always been,
the one to know her place,
to find her only sanctuary,
within the world revealing.
She lives within a realm,
of soft elusive comfort.
Knowing how therein lives,
a dream without a sound.
One within the heart of all,
and one without its tune.
Except the one she holds,
known forever, in her hand.
The vaguest memory of time,
lost in misty mornings.
A place of warmth still flowing,
on a shifting beach of sand.
She no longer needs to wander,
lost in this eternal sun.
For her the water’s music rise,
to washing waves of glory.
The choir of angels lifting,
a harmony melts in the wind.
Singing out to all who’ll hear
her voice of life’s eternal song.
