A woman on a quest for divine,
her heart aching, she cannot decline...

She seeks a savior, a holy light,
to guide her through the darkest night...

She searches far and wide, high and low,
in hallowed churches, temples, she must go...

But every preacher, every monk, falls short of what she needs the most...

Their words are hollow, their promises vain...

Their dogma leaving her with disdain.
She wants to feel a pure, loving touch,
not fear of damnation, not fire and such.

So on she wanders, her faith strong,
but not in the hands of any throng.
She looks within herself to find,
the god that's in her heart and mind.

For in this woman lies the key,
to the heaven she longs to see.
Her soul ablaze with endless love,
a fitting place for

God

Above.



© Charles Kemp