Treasuring Ignorance

Chanting from the heart,
She cries words in the dark,
Frightened from the past,
She sings for hope to last,

“God have mercy, on those who parry,
The breath, cold, who couldn’t have sold,
Their souls you hold, To you we fold”

Her shivering skin trembles,
To her lips she fumbles,
The words, most humble,
To comfort those who grumble,

“Clouds make way, For light to ray,
On us who pray, For the Lord to say,
Your faith today, is no longer at bay”

While holding her knees,
Against the wall she sees,
Words she speaks in the breeze,
Out of breath, she’d freeze,

“Please hear me, As I sing freely,
The song of mercy, The song of pity,
My Lord if Only… You could have mercy…”

Her tears ceased to flow,
As her spirit were to glow,
The eyes closed she fell, mellow,
To her last sleep she’d go.