I Pray I Die Before They Day

He Was Golden And Beautiful As A Sunset.

On The Day That The Intlligence And Talents Of Women Are Fully Honored And Employed, The Human Community And The Planet Itself Will Benefit In Ways We Can Only Begin To Imagine.

It's A Wonder That Any Mother Ever Called A Daughter Dinah Again. But Some Did. Maybe You Guessed That There Was More To Me Than The Voiceless Cipher In The Text. Maybe You Heard It In The Music Of My Name: The First Vowel High And Clear, As When A Mother Calls To Her Child At Dusk; The Second Sound Soft, For Whispering Secrets On Pillows. Dee-nah.

It Was One Of Those Perfect Fall Days When The Air Is Cool Enough To Wake You Up But The Sun Is Also Kissing Your Face.

I Could Not Get My Fill Of Looking. There Should Be A Song For Women To Sing At This Moment Or A Prayer To Recite. But Perhaps There Is None Because There Are No Words Strong Enough To Name That Moment.