The smiling Sun sees everyone as a child
but night time too sparkles in daydreams
the woman who looks out at the world from her home
has achieved so much,
but cranes to see distant visions, and the arrival of powerful allies.
Beauty as it is, beckoning and human
must never force itself forward
To hide somehow in all that is safe and good,
or to fret over the spindly growth she has worked so hard over?
The holy water that heals is near,
I'll just take half a cup.