DEDICATION

This..

This is dedicated.....

This is dedicated to the women.

This is dedicated to all the women

who dare meet the world with new eyes,
as if they had never seen it before
... to women who take chances with their visions....
who choose the path of their compassions...
... who practice the invisible artistry of prayer.

This is dedicated to all women
who are good
at what they do.

This is dedicated to all the women who must leave the land of fairy tales
to live with wolves.
To the "widow,
the orphan,
the child in our gates..."

...to the "poor,
the sick,
the ignorant..."
to people who never belonged
and to those who ask for more.

This is for everyone who walks with others in their pain.
... to the men who are partners in the journey,
working at Love in daily life.
... to all mothers who must pay a price for their children's safety;
... and to every woman fighting back,
whose fury can not be stilled.

This is dedicated to all the victims
who've ever been blamed....
And to the women who believed
it was always their fault.

This is for all the heroines
who have triumphed with tenderness,
who prevail with laughter and song,
It is for everyone who understands
that Love, like a miracle, like a cure, takes time.

This is dedicated to all the men and women
cleaning up the broken gardens of war zones,
whose touch bears witness to the wounded soil,
whose hands tend and tame the hopeful fires
that lean into the future sky.

This is dedicated to people
who are always in crowds,
...always in step, in need,
in control, indifferent,
in motion,
in charge,
up for grabs,
in danger,
in secret,
in doubt,
... always alone...
....'til mercy found their hiding place.

This is dedicated to those women who have forgotten who they are ....
... to the friends who remind each one of all that they are meant to be...
And to the possibilities that wait
for them while they remember.

This is dedicated
to those whose instincts pushed them onward,
the winter birds in flight, toward grace.

This is dedicated to all the women who have no words for this.

This....

This is dedicated.

This is what dedicated is.

This is what dedicated is about......

When the fullness of life overflows the rising sun...
When you "use your own freedom to answer to another's need...".
When the power to change lives becomes your humble prayer....
When mercy finds its home - in you.

This.

Just this.

This is dedicated to all people
who know how life feels,
and how it counts....
... who "dance every evening"
to the shifting shapes of Love,
.. who are pulled forward by the hand of promise.

This is dedicated to the hungry fires burning in our sisters' eyes.

- Jill Evans Petzall