She heard the cry of her soul
With gory limbs akimbo
Asking for some help
From her, just to remember

She took that journey inward
Seeking God right in the zone
She was filled with more beauty
Than she had ever known

She wants the crown of roses
Stripped of all its thorns
Instead of constant sorrow
That she always mourns

Between her load of laundry
A walking meditation
Weeding out thoughts of terror
To quell her trepidation

An arsenal of anger
She can't stop stoking higher
Enslavement to her malcontent
Keeps fueling the fire

Relentless blame, resentments
Color every word she speaks
She won't staunch the flow of blood
Coursing through her rosy cheeks

Be still and know just how to go
When invited to the Feast
She remembered where she'd been
In her heart pure Love and Peace