Who is She, neither male nor female, maker of all things, only glimpsed or hinted, source of life and gender? She is God, mother, sister, lover; in her love we wake, move and grow, are daunted, triumph and surrender. Who is She, mothering her people, teaching them to walk, lifting weary toddlers, bending down to feed them? She is Love, crying in a stable, teaching from a boat, friendly with the lepers, bound for crucifixion. Who is She, sparkle in the rapids, coolness of the well, living power of Jesus flowing from the scriptures? She is Life, water, wind and laughter, calm, yet never still, swiftly moving Spirit, singing in the changes. Why is She, mother of all nature, dying to give birth, gasping yet exulting to a new creation? She is Hope, never tired of loving, filling all with worth, glad of our achieving, lifting all to freedom.