She dreamt one day grace would provide a child
With wild charms to fill her empty hands
But each day a sad and hollow tone rang
In empty space where arms held nought but air.
Time would not forgive the long wait but she,
Glad once to hesitate, could not move on
Found prayers meant nothing and before too long
A wind had whipped her saddened soul to madness.
Her friends, no barrier to despair, cared not
Inviting her to view their newborns dressed
In white, baptised at altar, sung for, blessed.
With shame her tears could not drown their gladdened hearts
She gave up her home and wandered barefoot
Amongst the trees and screamed for mercy, raging
On and on, hard against her barren fate
Still, the leaves said nothing, withered and fell
To start again earth’s dark and holy toil.
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