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WOMEN OF GRACE by Catherine Dickson

 This poem was created right before I fell off to sleep the other night…
It came to me quite suddenly; it unfolded much like a thread that weaves endlessly in motion.
My spiritual path is strong and grows stronger each and every day. I am led and guided, inspired by women and men alike. Pastors, priests, sisters, and religious figures have all impacted and influenced my life, and continue to do so to this day.
I serve others in taking care of the elderly and terminally-ill, some of which are hospice-related/end-of-life situations. All I do is energy-filled in strength, poise, and grace together with a compassionate heart and true love for what I do. I measure my success by depth of heart and lightness of soul.
My life clearly has been through many unexpected challenges yet I have overcome all my difficulties in continually carrying a positive attitude of gratefulness and appreciation for everyone and everything. In this poem I express my appreciation for women of grace.
Women of Grace

United in grace,
Blessed in beauty,
Anointed in spirit,
Praise thy women;
Who nourish to feed,
Nurture to care,
Love to give,
Help to heal,
Listen to lead,
Kneel to pray,
Thrive to bear,
Beckon to call,
Rise to succeed,
Purify to impart.
Women of strength,
Women of courage,
Women of valor,
Victors of victory;
Stand tall,
Stand true,
Stand wise,
Bold and few.


Catherine Dickson: I am a writer, artist, life coach, personal trainer, hospice home health aide and mother living on Long Island, New York. My life is passionately-driven through a spiritual connectedness, healing presence, compassionate nature, and intuit wisdom that I share daily with others. Learning and imagination have always been my creative catalysts and source of inspiration. My keen vulnerability [in gift] to reach out to all people gives me a strong sense of community, belonging, and purpose in this beautiful world. Feel free to connect with me as you wish on Facebook.

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