The shining Truth

The heavily laden body

Weighed down

By the adornments

That covered  

The beauty within

She struggled

To bare all

And reveal

The shining truth

Healing the world

Sitting by her desk with a pen

She stared at the blank paper 

Many words came to her mind

Different images criss crossing

Perplexed, powerless, clueless

She looked around and saw

A statue that stood tall

In the silence it uttered

Many stories of the world

The hatred, the confusion

The disharmony, disillusion

The wounds and the cries

She listened carefully

Feeling the pulse of being

Her heart bled and love poured out

Spreading through the web of life

Healing the wounds of the world