And so turns a new leaf,
As honors are bestowed,
And she takes her place of honor,
To bestow honor toward the Divine,
And shepherd her newfound flock
Through life and death,
Joy, sorrow,
And daily monotony
She is a flower bloomed,
She has become.
Published by Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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