She who waits
She who hunts without hunting
She who will never be touched and not touch
She who returns to the womb of her mother
the cave and the earth to seek silence and dark
in the night, in the winter, the maze of the heart
to renew her lone power, pledge love to herself
and arise white and new from the earth again
She who courses the sky in the change of the moon
who is crescent and disk, who is sickle and bowl
turning back to herself
She is ever herself.
