A Heart's True Gift

She took upon herself such a labor as to give every
Last ounce she could spare from her own assortment,
All for those she saw not as lower, but as equals;
Those who came to her in the summer and winter,
They came, asking only what was necessary,

Of the Book, he taught solely, to them who came
Through sun and rain, day or night, tragedy or rest;
The Word was his, as it was once and eternally
God’s, the will he asked all to carry forth
In the name of love and brotherhood on Earth,

The strings he was taught were those of his father,
His mother as well, from the days of youth, which
Shed were, cast down by time, but unforgotten still;
These he learned without question, to carry from age
To age and keep close to him as the only art sought;

To them, he relayed studies, a hammer,
And youth, a mighty forge of innocence
For the blade of life’s knowledge and question;
Though the hours dragged and the casualties of the soul
Rose rapidly, he willingly gave all he had received;

The cub sat, clueless as to what would happen;
The needle was prepared when a solution was formed;
It stood, of her, tall and holding back what she knew
Was the end, though painful for her, and yet also for
Him, the lucky one, the chosen one, the sole survivor

Her wise pen stood through the long night’s work,
A monument of the accomplishment at hand,
Of her triumph over all, defeating weariness, all to give
A lost soul a last chance; a trial testing the love shared
Between two in youth, a letter to keep souls complete;

I ask only you consider this now: when we
Look to give a gift from our heart to others, that
In certain times, we look for the same ourselves;
But in our eminent journey to do so, it is we who
Truly receive the gift from out heart, creating new life: