Sister Poetry

On winded wing

Carried by the gentle fire of Love

I dance my heart in praise

I am woman

Little one raised on high

I dance on the evensong with a rainbow road

becoming me through the canyons of darkness

Soft the night this dance

A blessing not of words but gathered Presence

Gently now I lift my Spirit song in body praise

And gather in this praise of this people

Dance in the darkness

Darkness is the same

As light

And I am one.