Friday, 8 October 2010

For a friend, a broad, abroad.

Those who seek God now know why He hides.
Outshone by a mortal, and questions He fears
Disappear Him to cower in the shadow of her light.
Are the stars gods and angels? like the ancients say?
They fade into nothing by her Sun.
And, louder than prayers, her actions spoke inspiration,
And those in the sunlight, reflected brighter.
What more could she do? people asked, then she did -
Then again! and then more, until the question faded
Into wonder and awe, and secret wishes around the world
That one day we might do the same.
But this was just vanity. Her mother chose well.