My whole life comes crashing down
to this one place
this one God
this one woman
I lived endless days
searching for a friend
and countless minutes
imitating a child
I was a woman
trapped in mindless laughter
hdden behind a mask
of innocence
Looking back
I should have known
How it will all turn out
what hours would seal my fate
It was here in this attic
Amidst tears and hope
that I knew my future
It was as clear to me
as if I were looking
through a clear stream
waters rushing over bear feet
As I thought, thought, thought
----about Nothing.
It was clarity
obstructed by madness
reflected in each dry,
tumbling autumn leaf.
I look upon her face
worn by worry and years
and see
yes, see her soul
I hurt for her sadness
and yet know not how to help.
She walks dressed all in black
a gray silk scarf tightly wrapped
around her weary neck
hair strictly pinned up
on her graying head...
she shows no emotion
Yet behind this fascade
of an old woman
two gleaming brown eyes
laugh back into mine
WIthin those eyes
hidden behind square bold glasses
I see a young frail girl
banging on a window
with both her fists
screaming to be freed.
And I watch on thinking...
I wish she could find that Hope
in that One she seeks
That the Kingdom of God may come
come quickly for us both
so we may stand hand in hand
free from the toil and repression
of this world and this institution
we call home
away high on a mountain top
happy and smiling and free
flying over the valleys
as light as silk
Both of us sisters for eternity.
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