A picture in words
See how she quietly approaches to take her
place in the great hall,
she whose serenity is matched only to silence.
Her flowing violet mantle holds with gentle
The myriad of stars.
They in turn glisten and gleam like frost
The golden beaming of the moon
shyly enhances her quiet perfection
whilst the soft and tender twilight
gives awesome mystery to her magnificent
On the mountains and on the seas she stands
With the majesty of a queen at court,
her bearing appears ever motherly and watchful,
No fear is in her, dwelling,
As she waits in serene expectation at the
shimmering gateway of the morn as a maiden
in quiet solitude for her lover to return.
Her voice is softly gentle as she whispers
in the clear air
"Wait patiently my children, for the
time to rise is not yet
Nigh, rest and peacefully dream,
For it has been decreed since the beginning
that I should
watch over you with utmost care"
"It is our Father whom I obey with
He who formed me in the beginning,
He formed me in "separation" and
called me night,
And with great love He bestowed on me the
and stars to
aid my task for his great purpose"