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Welcome to HEARTS OF MERCY.  This page is dedicated to our Friday's Child who is loving and giving.  She was my firstborn, and now is expecting her firstborn.  I wanted a special poem to preface her page, and wrote the first stanza of this poem with that purpose in mind.  It was to be a remembrance, a sharing of "ancient secrets only women know. . .secrets that provide her with inner power to overcome and triumph--and change her life forever." (Linda Shuler, SHE WHO REMEMBERS)

     Alas, for several months after writing that first stanza, I developed a dreadful writer's block.  Again and again I would come back to
that first verse, and will the rest of the poem to follow, to no avail. 

     Finally, out of sheer desperation and frustration I called upon my husband, explaining to him what I was trying to say.  He came to my rescue,
and finished the poem for me.  For this I am truly grateful, for he magically captured the essence of my heart's expression to our daughter, and the
magic of transformation we women pass along one to another,
ancient secrets only we know, that men seldom fathom. 

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The song playing is MORE THAN WORDS, by Extreme.  Her fiance has named it as her favorite song, so he, too, has had a wondrous part in the creation of this dedication, *smiles*
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CREATION
    
       Female to female, heart to heart
        The magic of manifestation
             understood from century to century of
             ushering creation into beingness
        Eve's strength flows through her veins,
             from the newborn girl to the stately
             matron;

        And even here now she impresses her
             strength into my old motherly heart
             as I feel for her among the thrushes
             along the river banks of my mind
       Wondering, longing for her childish embrace
             her quickened words of “mother”
             when some experience became too unbearable    
             for her to hold onto any longer.

        I admit I miss those times of her
             And wonder now as sun dips its quill in yonder sky
             And paints its colors of her heart in my memory
             And breaks upon me once again in glance
        As I stand here in trembling, knowing
          I have lost the essence of her
         to her own unfathomable destiny

        Yet I am quenched, satisfied for the joy
             of  Magic of manifestation, has become now
             hers to give and mine in sharing,
             this precious extension of

        That part of me that makes me woman,
      and her my daughter,
        and the baby our own.
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Updated:12/2007