She came to me one morning
One lonely Sunday morning
Her long hair flowing
In the midwinter wind
I know not how She found me
For in darkness I was walking
And destruction lay around me
From a fight I could not win
She asked me name my foe, then
I said the name within some men
To fight and kill their brothers
Without thought of Love or God
And I begged Her, "Give me horses
To trample down my enemies"
So eager was my passion
To devour this waste of life
But She wouldn't think of battle that
Reduces Men to animals
So easy to begin, and yet
Impossible to end
For She's the Mother of All Men
Who counselled me so wisely, then
I feared to walk alone again
And asked if She would stay
"Oh Lady, lend your hand outright
And let me rest here at your side"
"Have faith in Trust and Peace," she said
And filled my heart with Life
"There is no strength in numbers,
Have no such misconception.
But when you need me, be assured
I won't be far away."
Thus having spoke, She turned away
And though I found no words to say
I stood and watched until I saw
Her black cloak disappear
My labour is no easier
But now I know I'm not alone
I find new heart each time
I think upon that windy day
And if one day She comes to you
Drink deeply from her words, so wise
Take Courage from Her as Your Prize
And say hello from me
