AHAVA WOMEN
Bright as the morning sun rising above the orange hills of Jordan.
A warm breeze tangled in a date tree top,
the deadly stillness of midday heat.
Wild like a raging flash flood leaving nothing in its place.
The mirror, the calm pearl of the Dead Sea's vastness.
Spring songs of gentle nurturing streams and
flickering of billions of stars sewn onto the darkness of the cool desert night.
Women.
They are all that.
All of it at the same time
like the Moon is always whole in each of its phases.
Beautiful in their mystery,
beautiful in their sisterhood.
We love to see them shine,
inside and out.
