Wylder and Wylder, I walk the way Faith moves me, human undressing into Spirit.
Sometimes my heart sings songs I ache to hear. And sometimes, she sings songs calling me to stretch into the dark.
I give birth to my dreams before I understand what they are.
I follow the call of my name before I know where she’s headed, forging my Wylder way to the unspeakable sound of my heart, dropping veils of fear behind me like dandelion seeds.
I am Wylder.