The Women, The Heart of the Tribe

In lands where the ancients once roamed,

A hidden strength, a legacy honed,

While twelve tribes forged their paths in might,

The thirteenth tribe, women, shone bright.

Mothers of nations, with wisdom profound,

In their nurturing arms, true power is found,

Daughters of Sarah, Rebecca, and Leah,

Their spirits like flames, igniting the area.

In the shadows, they wove the grand tale,

With courage and grace, they would never fail,

From Miriam’s song to Deborah’s reign,

In faith and resilience, they broke every chain.

The matriarchs whispered through ages of old,

With stories of love, their spirits bold,

They carried the dreams, the hopes of the land,

With hands that uplifted, hearts that would stand.

Esther, the brave, with her voice like a sword,

In the face of despair, she became the accord,

Ruth, the loyal, with a heart full of grace,

In her steadfast love, a divine embrace.

The women of valor, the keepers of light,

In the fabric of time, they stitched wrong to right,

Through trials and triumphs, their legacy thrived,

In every heartbeat, their spirit's alive.

So let us remember, as we honor their name,

The thirteenth tribe, with a powerful flame,

In unity and strength, through history's tide,

The women of Israel, forever our guide.