Turn Back To YAH! -- (Acts 3:19) Repent therefore, and turn again, that your sins may be blotted out, that so there may come times of refreshing from the presence of YAH. (HNV) The Black Woman As Healer: A call for Evolution The Hand That Rock The Cradle, Is The Hand That Rules The World ~ William Ross Wallace (1819-1881) Black women are the beginning of life. The oldest skeleton found in the world was that of a Black woman. Lucy is what archaeologists named her but she is the Mother of Civilization. She was found in East Africa and her remains are proof that Black Women gave birth to the world. She was found in the womb of the richest and wealthiest earth in this world, Africa and she lays as testament to us that we have a greater purpose than what we are fulfilling. Black Women were once recognized as the great spiritual healers and beings. In an essay written by Sonia Sanchez entitled Nefertiti: Queen to A Sacred Mission, we are made aware of the fact that the Black Womans spiritual magnificence has been involved with one of the greatest civilizations that ever existed on this planet. The fact that women as spiritual beings were considered full partners in civilization-building was reflected historically in Egyptian society by records kept on women-pharaohs and indicated a widespread belief that women housed the Divine... ~ Glenda Springer, Womens Journey (Read more: womensjourneys/html/love_blackwoman_.html) THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE IS THE HAND THAT RULES THE WORLD. BLESSINGS on the hand of women! Angels guard its strength and grace. In the palace, cottage, hovel, Oh, no matter where the place; Would that never storms assailed it, Rainbows ever gently curled, For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. Infancys the tender fountain, Power may with beauty flow, Mothers first to guide the streamlets, From them souls unresting grow— Grow on for the good or evil, Sunshine streamed or evil hurled, For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. Woman, how divine your mission, Here upon our natal sod; Keep—oh, keep the young heart open Always to the breath of God! All true trophies of the ages Are from mother-love impearled, For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. Blessings on the hand of women! Fathers, sons, and daughters cry, And the sacred song is mingled With the worship in the sky— Mingles where no tempest darkens, Rainbows evermore are hurled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. (potw.org/archive/potw391.html)
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