WAITING FOR THE MOUNTAINS TO MOVE

 

 

There she knelt

With all her might

Asking for the impossible

Below the old Virgin

Aged by time

And prayers.

 

She walked as flawless as the sunset

And as silent as the shadows

Her mind wandering

Lost in the city

Hurrying to find a home.

 

She was waiting for the mountains to move

And her dreams to come true

And her life would have meaning

And her soul would not be lost.

 

But the mountains stood still

And her prayers left unanswered

But she went to the old Virgin

Just the same

As the angelus bell continues to toll

And her thoughts are lost in the darkness

But not to oblivion's trail

But not her faith.

 

November 10, 2006