she moves
through the wild, wild world
quiet one beneath the storm
giving the lost their names back
leading the battle-worn home

she dances soft upon the end of all things
handing laughing love to the dying
trailing hope as a wildflower wake
till we follow as cracked innocents
letting her wipe blood from our brows
letting her heal our hot disease

she steps bold into the beckoning black
with soft cries of  “fall in and upon me here”
and the darkness in despair departs
for
she brings her own light with her
she echoes eternal in her happy harmony
calling to every deaf ear –

“sing with me that this song may become forever for you”