In the darkest hour;
that's when I saw Her.
She had no shape or form.
She's not meant to.
Her grace goes beyond matter.
She reached out to me
on my darkest moon,
because that's when She shines the brightest.
That's when you see Her most clearly.
She's not for everyone to see,
you need to be lost
and blind
and hurt.
Then, when you least expect it,
She'll find you,
and heal your eyes,
and nurture you,
as a Mother
and Sister
and Friend.
I think She saw me
lost and alone and afraid.
So She sent me a friend,
the best She could find
to bring me back to the light.
That's how it goes, I suppose.
Out of the blue,
out of the dark,
and into the light of the Moon.
I am slowly driven to Her Sacred Fires.
My heart is gentle and it hurts to walk fast.
But my pace is steady
until I see Her again.
In the darkest hour.