My sister

A blossom unfolds its petals
gleaming in the dewy morning.

She sits and observes its intricate design
Wondering about the God who created such beauty

She then looks back to her sister
No we are not blood relations
But we are sisters in Christ

I ve always searched for her you see
In the deadly gloom and silence of my youth
I had no one to turn to
and then I found her.

She thought herself an old woman
when I saw a girl in her 20s.

All clad in black and gray
with a trace of lip gloss
Brown eyes hidden by simple glasses
A brilliant artist lurking in her soul

We laugh and drink herbal tea in our cold kitchen
then minutes later I see that stern look
I grow affraid for her smile is replaced by gloom
There is something in it...some pain that is hiding
A life...a brilliant mind and a loving heart
all appear trapped deep within her...
Like a little girl banging fists against the window
That wont open to the sunlit world-
shut up in the darknened house alone.

She seems lost in some darkness
And I cannot find a way to bring her out
To unlock the window and let her fly free

She brought me closer to the Lord
We pore over the Bible
Faithfully with open hearts
She helped me see the truth
Now perhaps He can help her
I pray daily this may be so.

The bloom unfolds its petals
It glimmers
But wilts away quickly.
I see her wilting away
Lord, keep her safe.