She stands there


Day after day

White robe

Wooden palms pressed against each other

Wire wings extended


Yet she stands there


Head lowered slightly

Eyes carved shut

No one will ever know the color surrounding her pupils

Against all odds she sees everything


As she stands there


The dust collecting around her

The days growing shorter, darker, colder

Yet never dimming the white of her gown

Or chilling the frame of her wings


And she stands there


I want to ask her

I want an explanation

Unconditional belief is often my struggle

And suddenly she answers


She stands there


Hands steady before her heart

Fingertips pointing heavenward

No speaking, boasting, preaching

Silent and serene


She stands there



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