A prayer of thanks to Black

You are the sudden shadow, the quiet voice
within, the center of the self, the dream
that still sings out loud at the end of the day;
you are the silent moment, the secret
never told, the root that takes hold in soil or stone,
the wish made prayerfully on a distant star;
you are the insight of the soul, the endless search
for capricious truth, the never-ending journey,
the treasure of the heart. Lady Black, guardian
of all we are and can become, I thank you.