Luqman,
a wise man...
Your admonishment - mere monologue.
Your thoughts - humility defaced...
Centuries of bitterness
never ending wars...
She is freezing in this weather.
But why...
Wandering fae dances with the leaves
in her hair and moonstone reflecting...
These walls hold truth
Tales of life's breath...
I am Your warrior
Standing firm in Your spirit...
We go to church on Sunday
Sing the songs...
She is painting this bottle
with a tint of green...
I had experienced the cold.
The dark that never goes away...
Last night I calmly knelt to pray,
to God for more insight...
Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...