115

the errant too
would stumble upon her,
though unknowing
they often remained.

.
.

114

there was never any need for tears
for the earth wept skyward.

.
.

113

resting in her shadow,
it was the little things
which tended to be
the most certain.
.
.

112

some spoke of having met her once,
others of their closeness and familiarity,
yet it was the mute who tended to provide
the surest glimpse.

.
.

111

wherever her gaze fell
another altar would be found.

.
.

110

the fearless discovered
that there was no shore—
she would always remain
fathomless
and without horizon.

.
.

109

for some life became so overwhelming
that they resorted to pleas
which they mistakenly thought were left unheeded;
while the fortunate simply realised
that the sky was an answer in itself.

.
.

108

unbounded
by the lines of existence,
she would always remain.

.
.

107

before those who least expected it,
it was in her nature to swell
in the spaces between.

.
.

106

each thing
was but the shadow
of her care.

.
.