She's travelled a path
few have ventured..
And yet..heart thorns
are soothed by the divine
hand
Perhaps she gave away to
much in the worlds reckoning
but the world reckons with
a heart of doubt
Her mission in life was
showered on the plight of the
homeless and she peeled away
any vestige of self to secure
her mission
She exchanged the kiss of galantry
for the tattered dress of a servant
When her slim figure and chic manner
could have secured for her plush
carpets and crystal chandliars
she chose an abode with the poorly
heated houses of the hungry and
needful
Her name was the whisper of affection
in realms that only a hearts musician
could write
The forsaken and disinfranchised saw
the God of love when she parted her
lips in angelic smile
Warm soup and hearty conversation was
the music of the heavens
Poverty found the richness of love in
run down buildings and in smoking rolled
tobacco in cold winter huddles
At the sound of 'Light's out,' she would a
always say,'Goodnight gentleman..' for this
is the day that the Lord has made..'
Stomachs would be full but hearts would
ever hunger for the sound of her voice..
For the love in that voice of their
beautiful queen''
The Queen of hearts~