Stolen sisters, may you:
Return home truly when you come home,
Unlearn the captors’ lessons of fear, and:
Face ever confounding truth with courage.
Lost sisters, may you:
Know our path may remain unseen underfoot,
See yet the life-bridge; strands in omnipresent,
Listen to infinite waves from each strand and fly.
All my sisters, may you:
No longer be obligated to lean with discomfort,
No more be trapped by illusions or connections,
Be filled with your own power and movements.
Truly:
May you find as much love as you find truth,
May you find the rhythm and the steps,
May you find yourself, for I love you.
