My Faith

She puts her faith in nature’s call to preach

Grasping the child forever within reach

Cradling her who hasn’t really grown

Although she’s had 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 creed, her 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.