poem and quote

god
in his guarded tent
do you remember
though i am little as all little things
she limps with halting painful pace
i am a woman
out of the deep and the dark
days endeared to every muse
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
when freedom from her mountain height
doubtless i remember still
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
they in the darkness gather and ask