She who walks the gates of heaven
Stands in places man ignores
Offering up to God all shown of struggles tearing down the veils
determining the evil opening ways to navigate
Beneath Gods stars, in the circle of creation, the true cross of Christ, soaring, raised to heaven.
Proffered words of purity from a heart born true rising high
Blown like seeds upon the winds to open hearts conceive
Draws back the bow, lets loose the arrow
fly straight, fly true, bulls eye, target reached, blessings of Gods love to all
The word upheld sheltering those beneath the tree of peace
Within the circle of creation, the cross of light, God is found
Seek within your heart to discover where it is you have been
For God has never been asleep to all you do. The watcher, witness, and logos signals once again.