I stand on the shores of our Lake,
Holding the Sacred Fruit close to my breast.
The Mists part and in its wake,
The Barge comes and on the shore there rests.
I've come home after a journey of the Heart,
Holding Her wisdom safe in my soul.
And there I will never again depart,
For in Her Light I am whole.
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