A GIFT OF TRUTHS

She ran headlong 
To catch all the fault now there
Found it in a faded heart 
That beat too slow to share

Nevertheless all accounted
for 
​​​​​​Owned and gathered close
Like presents on a Christmas 
​​​​​day 
So rudely now exposed

So she burrowed snuggly
​​​​​​Found shelter from air
Buried herself deeply
Far removed from world's care
​​​​​​
Where she prayed and prayed
Unprayed prayers to the fair
To the angels and cherubs
And to god's never there

Marion Price(2019)