by Grace C. Przywara
Jochebed, glory of God, you wove bulrushes into a floating cradle. With bitumen, pitch, and hope, you sealed the destiny of a nation. In a time of violence, when hope was as fleeting as the water's way, the weapons of a desperate mother were paper reeds and faith.
Grace C. Przywara received an English degree from the University of South Carolina. Her poetry has appeared in Ekstasis Magazine and is forthcoming in Rise Up Review, and has placed multiple years in contests hosted by human rights organization Rehumanize International. Grace currently lives in Aiken, South Carolina.