He soars in Realms
of consciousness and transformation,
and sleeps amongst the highest stars.
She walks amidst the Lowly Wilds,
and dreams in green; a sodded splendor.
Although He inhabits
such lofty spaces,
still He bends to tend Her.
And so She rises in blessing,
offering to Him
all Her color and love, forever.
~Cheryl Anne
Brigid's Hearth 