To Deborah

You sat under a tree

in Israel,

Knowing

that the work was God's,

not yours,

and that when the time

was right,

you would be found

by those who sought your wisdom.

You did not leave your post,

dashing off to solve Israel's urgent problems.

You waited,

and watched,

and sought the face of God.

And in your hand,

His weapon was not found wanting.

For He chose the weak and insignificant things

of this earth to shame the strong and the powerful.