The laughter of women sets fire
to the Halls of Injustice
and the false evidence burns
to a beautiful white lightness
It rattles the Chambers of Congress
and forces the windows wide open
so the fatuous speeches can fly out
The laughter of women wipes the mist
from the spectacles of the old;
it infects them with a happy flu
and they laugh as if they were young again
Prisoners held in underground cells
imagine that they see daylight
when they remember the laughter of women
It runs across water that divides,
and reconciles two unfriendly shores
like flares that signal the news to each other
What a language it is, the laughter of women,
high-flying and subversive.
Long before law and scripture
we heard the laughter, we understood freedom.
I returned home late last night from a retreat at the beach where there was a lot of laughter of women but that's not the reason I chose this poem for today. Today is International Women's Day, a day to celebrate the achievements of women while at the same time recognizing how many of our sisters around the world are still struggling to ensure the most basic human rights.
So if you haven't heard about Seneca Falls, you can read about it here. And if you're ever in the DC area and want to explore the history of women's progress towards equality, I highly recommend a visit to the Sewall-Belmont House and Museum.
Okay, that's the end of my public service announcement for the day. I'm off to laugh in honor of all the women who have laughed before me.
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