In a world of preaching
In a world of scorn
She whispers.
In a world of war
In a world of darkness
She offers.
In a world of crying
A world of screams
She sings.
In a world of sorrow
She knows.
Sits in sunlight
White dress wrapped in her arms at her knees
Eyes dark, because that’s where her pain settles;
That thing you left behind
And not have come back to claim.
