A Retrospective for the 20th Century

We who are becoming in this time of new millennium, offer a proclamation:

The eastern horizon has darkened. A thousand years have set. Dig down, O memory to find those women in whom we recollect. They are our large lap of safety – our forebears whose soul-songs, unrecorded, play none-the-less in our consciousness. Canons of courage, melodious, gnarled notes to posterity – to Us. We hear, and have become the melody and the song, the matins of a new dawn, this dawn. Making way, we make our way, and the song begins anew!

December 1999