As she journeys through life
she gathers a world
around her heart.
The deeper she tends
to the soul,
the more she discovers
the treasure-house she has inherited.
With each walking prayer
the invisible breath
Her maturity no longer
a stone’s throw away,
governs her sure and steady knowledge
She is part of the Great Spirit’s
Grace and wisdom.
Her power amplified by her command.
She revels in the rich tapestry
of her life,
drawing upon each thread
Weaving gold dust in her vision,
The stratosphere of the living…
Lady of Grace, bless us.