She wields a bow without arrows.
In the darkness round she's found
carrying her bow of rain
not sleet or snow or fire but
all the colors that she's gained
she caught them tender one by one
each sacred, brilliant hue
and yet she felt them all at once
making them whole to give to you
so now the loving bow does lay
between your precious palms
always home it guides your grace,
through deepest darkness, into love.
Written 10.17.11 @ 8:45 PM