Segue to A Burning Flame

28 Nov

frightened face of hers lacked no poignancy, had excess yellow charm.
was sometimes fiery red and short of breath, sometimes desperate.
carried a foot stomping stubbornness nearer to ripe reason than rude.
when didn’t know the language spoken, prayed for confidence to try.
always prayerful, blessedly brave and yet was still a child’s face.
a child with faith in god enough
to make albion a beginner.

i watch soft flowers wilt and seep the moisture from their stems,
they fall to waves beneath my window, i admire them,
as she holds a guided wisdom, given and innate,
sister visits in my kingdom, giggle and make her wait…

©2011 Stratherrick Publishers (ASCAP) all rights reserved

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