Women are often pious and quiet when we men rage about wildly

Women are often pious and quiet when we men rage about wildly;

and whenever they need some strength, they gaze up silently to the heavens.

Their power and strength is slight: a breeze can push them over;

yet it is a singular, powerful thing when they gaze up to heaven.

Often have I myself, with a stir, seen my mother looking up so;

I saw only gray clouds moving, and blue air above up there,

but when she lowered her eyes, she was full of power and hope.

It seems to me that now and then, women are clearly still looking at heaven in their hearts.