When I found myself in the last moment –
The last battle,
that deeper place, my real country –
Standing on the other side of the door to my life –
I was, at last, ready to receive the name
You reserved for me.
All at once the Hen who took me under Her wing
and the Rider atop His steed,
You stood before me.
In the silence and the magnitude of
I was knighted.
And I finally knew who I was
The way I had known all along
Deep in my heart and soul and the rest
of the hidden depths inside me –
I knew who I was but it was more than I
ever could have imagined.
Standing in my new knighthood,
Priestess among the priesthood –
the questions of a life already lived flowed from me.
How have You called me the name I have
my whole life
When not even I knew what it was I
How have You known me so well,
And how have I known myself so little?
When did you see the furthest reaches of my soul –
Where was I looking when you set an expedition
into the wastelands of my heart
And found among the brambles the
hidden treasure trove buried there?
Yet there I was,
Once-hidden manna clutched in my once-wanting hand.
Here I am, standing in all the glory I
never knew possible,
And You want me.
And there I was, standing in the scorched-earth desert –
And You wanted me then, too.
After all this time searching for my title,
my self –
You had it all along
Waiting for me to claim it.