Act of the Heart

by Herbert Woodward Martin

The village Griot speaks in a solemn voice about honor.
He says: There will come a time when
You will be called upon to honor a woman
Do so with words that sing
Honor her with personal ruminations
Honor her with a willing thread of blood
Greet her as she greets other women
Give her hands and arms of welcome
She may even utter feisty wild flowers
See her as being reflective
She celebrates perfume
She gathers plants, weeds, and flowers
And decorates the moment with them
She sees the sweetness of color
She likes gathering pollen
It is a proper encouragement
Not given to the stubborn bark of skin
She has seen the good in the human heart

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