Her Faith

Her faith is put in nature’s call to preach,

Grasping the child forever within reach,

And cradles her, who hasn’t really grown,

Although she has no children of her own.

Mistrustful of the life outside the wall,

Where no one can say they know her at all,

Or know about her mystic reveries,

Or know her sacred ideologies.

She is no stranger to mortality,

Or afterlife where she will wander free.

It isn’t that each day is incomplete,

The mornings greeting her are still as sweet.