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Job's Daughter, on Horseback

By Clara Blair

The thin woman sits astride the sturdy bay horse.
She looks off into the distance,
Body relaxed, erect and aware.
As we see her at ease on this horse,
Her age is not, at first, apparent. But her body
Has been worn away by sickness and time,
By losses too many to be named.
Yet she endures, her spirit still strong,
Nourished by her hunger for justice,
Her dream of peace among people
And protection for all that share our planet.
She is not bound by convention,
Nor restrained by what others think.
She will be heard as long as she has breath;
Her passion finds strength that must be spent.
She will not bow to a tyrant, or even death.
Daughter, sister, wife, mother, friend - it is
Hard to love such a woman and, for me,
Impossible not to.

© 2003 Clara Blair  

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