For my sisters...

[Jean Victoria Norloch]

For my sisters...

“What now?” she whispered...

“I don’t know”, I answered quietly shaking my head; “we don’t have many options left”.

“Are they really gone?” she asked, a tear trickling from the corner of her eye.

“Yes”, I answered sadly, “they are gone...”

“Maybe they’re just hiding?” her eyes lifted from the ground hopefully.

“No child”, my voice softened, “they made their choice, as we have made ours”.

“Then what now?” she whispered yet again.

“We keep going”, I shrugged my shoulders and got back on my feet.

“But where?” she pleaded desperately, “where is it we will go?”

“We go into tomorrow” I answered.

I got back on my feet and started walking...

And just as every day before and everyday to come, she got up and walked by my side...

Somewhere, out there

I have a family

Somewhere out there

I have a home

Somewhere, out there

I have a future

Somewhere, out there

Is where I wish to roam

In here,

Is where I found her

In here,

No longer alone

In here

Where she protects my heart

In here

Where I protect her own

Somewhere, out there

She called to me

Somewhere, out there

She felt my fears

Somewhere, out there

She whispered to the stars

Somewhere, out there

Do not doubt, child so dear

In here,

She journeyed far to enter

In here,

And fought for many years

In here,

She came upon me whispering

In here,

Sister please, dry your tears

And this is where the poem ends,

And the story yet begins

As a promise long ago was made,

By an ancient group of maternal twins

Sisters sent to earth,

To wander through the lands

Always seeking those they know to have,

A loving heart and gentle hands

Warriors of old they are,

Returned for one last time

Their battle cry you hear in the soothing tonnes

Of every mothers lullaby

One asked me where I'd been,

And why I took so long

Another said, ‘no you’re not late’

‘I felt you all along’

The third said she would walk through hell with me,

And since we’re already here

Her word I cannot doubt is true,

So there is nothing left to fear

This is the story of the women of our time,

Who come for one reason and one reason only,

Can you hear the Victory chimes?

They did not come here to give up,

Nor to walk away

They did not come here to lose

They came to save the day

How many different styles have I included in this poem?

As many as the different angels who through our world now roam...

And what would be the purpose then?

To What end do I write?

To get the message out to you,

To shout it loud and clear

For as many different sisters here have come,

All warriors of light

Different though their task maybe be

Always and forever

Side by side they fight

[Myriel RAouine]

Awsome, Jean! An inspiring poem which made me FEEL you once again and I instantaneously knew: it is true, We wer anever apart - haver never been separated, even if a lot of time has passed since I last heard of you - or so it seems to me - WE ARE ONE!

Be BLESSED, dear warrior sister, BE BLESSED!