The world was at her feet the day
she knelt upon its promised ground
expectant, waiting for the meek's
inheritance to be passed round,
with patience and the dead she waited
wondering as years grew old
if her lifetime had been wasted
on the stories she'd been told.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
The world was at her feet the day
she knelt upon its promised ground
expectant, waiting for the meek's
inheritance to be passed round,
with patience and the dead she waited
wondering as years grew old
if her lifetime had been wasted
on the stories she'd been told.
