knowledge

 
gentle woman full of grace
little sighs tell me what you don't
prayers like incense rise

an initiate in hope
the obsessed world can't have you
hidden in the sanctuary
your tiny soul, kept

sweet surrender it hurts to be this open but I confess
tiny oblations given
seeking his company above all others

I see him in the garden early in the morn
the scarred earth refreshed covered in dew drops
make me smile

heaven misses their child
wandering in the land of Nod
garnering wisdom
gathering truth from fools and saints

mistakes made become knowledge