By the Sweat of Her Brow

By Lynn Ockersz

From the seed bed of Her womb,

Did He join the human family,

And by the love in Her heart,

Was He selflessly nourished,

And shaped into manhood,

But in an act of gross treachery,

He turned His back on Her,

And made Her His bonded slave,

So much so, all these millennia,

It’s His Story that’s at centre,

But if the truth be told,

It’s the Sweat of Her Brow,

Mingling with Her hot tears,

That’s kept hearths blazing,

Placed some food on tables,

And kept at bay universal wailing,

Making Her ordeal of living,

The greatest story never narrated.