A look at the Face of Equity

She was exhausted
From day’s toil
The children’s care
Usual turmoil.
And she held the
Place of woman.
Silent, domestic, chattel.
Been for years
The custom’s prattle.
Men’s put-down
While girls put forth.
Still, there had been
Good reports.
Of a Rabbi hiking round.
Up North.
Other women new hope found.
He saw everyone the same.
Jesus was His Name.
Rumoured now as Son of God.
How odd.
Women considered the first place
Looking in His Face.