Woman Of The Wise Poem by Rosi Caswell

I hear your words from down the years
Old woman of the wise.
Since last we met, I've had my share
Of laughter and of tears.
My mind when still, will enter space
Wherein you counselled me.
' Discretion is of valour best'
I clearly see your face,
Those words you uttered long ago,
Still live with me always,
And as I have quested o'er the years
I now know that they are so.
Now I plough my furrows deep and long
Always to myself be true.
I remember as I walk through life,
How you taught me to be strong.
You showed me how to shine my light.
No anger or judgment hold,
I've come to live this concept true,
For justice alone to fight.
Only in our own truth can we stand,
And our lives for ourselves, must we lead.
So I'm true to myself and the Universe wide,
Still to others I hold out a hand.