Never trust a liar. Even though they will always trust themselves.

Womansign

Supple and buoyant
Measure of a woman.

Elegant curve
As a desert dune
In the setting moon.

Sign of a mother
And of a lover.

To be cradled
And suckled,
Kissed,
And caressed.

Man, in all his
Brilliance and wisdom
Has never mastered

A creation
As lovely as the breast.


A few years ago my wife’s sister was diagnosed with breast cancer. Poisons and a mastectomy were the prescription. I thought a lot about breasts in the weeks after that.

Not just her breasts, my wife’s those of my sisters and friends. These anatomical aspects that are functional, beautiful, personality and in some cases even career defining.

Our bodies are both our most personal and the least personal thing about us. After all, in the garden of Eden, our first parents wore no clothes. Imagine how public we would be if we traipsed through life completely naked.

I’ve heard men describe themselves as a ‘leg man’ or a ‘breast guy’ in explaining what they find most attractive in a woman. As if they are telling you which part of the chicken they prefer. But I’ve never heard them say, ‘oh, I am a man of the heart.’

Because we do not value modesty or poetry in our greed-obsessed life. But, I’m sure you, dear reader, you’re the kind of man (or woman) who cannot resist a powerful mind driving a raucous heart.

My sister today is doing fine. She responded well to treatment and even though she will always carry the emotional scar of facing this, she is more beautiful than ever and both my wife and I see in her a strength and power we never knew existed.

God bless the powerful hearts of women.




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all parts are beautiful but nothing as compelling as their heart