She came to me one morning
One lonely Sunday morning
Her long hair flowing in the mid-winter 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 need 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 would not think of battle
That reduces men to animals
So easy to begin and yet impossible to end
For she the mother of all men
Did council me so wisely then
I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay
Oh lady lend your hand, I cried
Oh let me rest here at your side
Have faith and trust in me, 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
Those 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 labor 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 for me