She Rises

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She rises like the moon lighting the land in the darkness, like a star to guide you home. She rises with the dawn, like the sun, to fill the day with hope, with heat, with light. She rises to lead the way for the weary.

She rises even when she's tired.

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She rises like bread in a warm oven, like corn from fertile soil. She rises to feed the hungry, to feed her dreams, to listen with her heart, to others, to elders, to children, to whispers on the wind.

She rises to answer your call.

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Call her Sister

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Call her Mother

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Call her Auntie, Daughter, Doctor, Princess, President, Granny, Queen

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Call her Wife

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She rises

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She rises to the occasion. Rises like the tide, like the Phoenix from the ashes. Rises like bamboo bent, not broken, like inspiration, invention, intention. She rises to clean the sky, to scour the Earth, to purify the waters. She rises to add color to our lives.

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She rises above expectations. Rises like the blush of a rose on the cheek of your beloved, like a twinkle in the eye of the blind. She rises to give solace, lend strength. She rises in compassion, in empathy.

She rises to raise you up.

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She rises to speak truth to power. Rises like an elevator to the top floor, like righteous indignation. She rises in the face of the mighty, in the face of opposition, the face of oppression. She rises in the name of justice, in defense of children, the meek, the wounded, the unseen.

She rises to balance the scales.

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She rises to feather your nest, pack your lunch, feed animals, water flowers. She rises to earn her salary, to earn her keep, to earn your love, to earn your trust, to praise her God, to raise her family, to raise her voice, our spirits, her circle.

She rises to yield a softness in our world.

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Lisa Keating, Curator

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