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She

Her heart,
Her heart bled for them all
And yet, she could not reach them
Teach them
Or help them understand
Anything beyond their fear

Sheer
Acts of will power kept her hoping
All the while coping
With the destruction
They would inevitably leave
And still she’d believe
In them, giving them
Another chance

All acts of deepening were met with resistance
That ancient dance
Of false bravado

Wings off of fly’s, they were still being born
And far too many stillborn
Had the hearts of the ancients

They see one dimensional
Seeking the power and the glory
To cover up the inadequacy
To hide their story
From the beginning of time

She is patient
Even in her grief
As heart is ripped out again and again
Love to hatred in a struggle of shame
Verses blame
In the court of Humanity

Their vanity
Sometimes amazed her
Their density almost crazed her
And their obstinace
And choice of circumstance
Puzzled her

The cursing, the fighting, the horror and pain
Is excruciating, as it begins again, and again

But she is too patient
She waits with sweet Breath held
Soft whisperings meld
With the moonlight
Urging them to remember how
To allow
Reconnection
Resurrection.

Even just take the time to
Notice….
Perfection
In each sunset
And sunrise ever seen.
And remember it’s all a dream
Brought to this place
This last hurrah race
To the finished line

Needed was the whole time line
So they could rewrite the script
Some were ready, some were equipped
They’d been evolving for thousands of centuries after all
They were martyred, some, or sealed behind a wall
Yet undaunted returning
In time for the burning
Of witches.
Teardrops in memory served
As the only marker of those times
And words
Cannot convey the pain
Of the betrayal Judas spoke
In her name.
Still she awaits
Never hesitates
In her loving.

Copyright © Krow Fischer | Year Posted 2009

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