She has left the sanctuaries of men and their theology, and has come out from among them

that dance around a golden calf, the making of their own hands, entrusting herself completely

and without reserve to the Lord, who is her Shepherd.


She has allowed Him to wrap her in obscurity and anonymity while others continue

to gain prominence and recognition. The last time she was seen she was coming up out

of the wilderness leaning upon her Beloved. She has been so stripped of strength,

so laid bare as to abilities, so crippled as to personal ambitions that she simply cannot walk alone.

She must lean continually upon her heavenly Staff. She is clothed in the sun (Son)

and she is crowned with judgement and wisdom, with the moon underfoot,

that dead body which is but a reflection of the true.