I know the woman who rests her bare feet on the moon and the stars, while holding their creator, like every child that comes into time.
She clears a path through fiery conflagration, she opens locked doors, and shelters the small.
In the desert they will find refuge, while the guilty get lost in a maze, a trail of their own destruction.
She is the woman of the apocalypse, the heart of mankind, and the very nature of God.
Unraveled and the Birth of Joy 