The Charge

Goddess of a thousand names
Goddess of worldwide fame
You who are mother to us all
Embracing us whenever we call
You are sizeless, soundless, and wordless
When we are lost, you are our compass
You are found in blackest night
When the material world slips out of sight
You are the river running free
You are the rain, washing us clean
We are your children, we bare your face
Whether black, white, yellow, you are every race.

–Arietta Bryant, Ramblings & Rhymes