A single tear from the eye of God 
Descends at the moment of birth 
The opening 
Of a new life 
To the light of hope
That is possibility. 

A woman finds the river of time 
Nannette, she is called.
And flings her last rock into its endless mouth
And she closes her eyes to all that is familiar 
And of this world.

Eight women set forth in a ripple
Into a new world 
Of poverty, death and slavery
And they bring hope 
And possibility to children 
Who had not dared to dream

200 years on the ripples 
from that one rock of hope 
widen still into the eye that is
endless truth 
and we stand here 
on the sands of time 
we blue white brown women 
strong as the sun is warm 
standing like the women before us
in a line that extends over 100 years
and we hold our rocks to the river 
that is open possibility 

so we raise our hearts to the mouth of truth 
in a hum that is all that we are and who we have become 
but what are the words to thank these women?
For their lives
For their dreams 
For what they have enabled us to become

So instead we stand 
On the sands of time 
generations of blue white brown women 
And we face they who have come before us 
holding our rocks to the river 
In their memory and 
open possibility  for 
the young 
who will follow.