sorcha

She labors so diligently,
Never speaking, always working.
So much pain, behind, ahead.
Too many obstacles.
She wants so much to give up,
But knows she must never.
Without her suffering, they’d be gone,

Forever

Her task is ever ominous;
Yet He comes along.
He, who’s kind has inspired hate in hers for so long.
He, who she should despise,
But, try as she might, cannot.

Their fates are intertwined,
And the trials they endure,
Will bring peace to all, with

Time