She wanders through the living to find one
To journey on beyond the worldly sun
The one whose mortal time has had its run
And we fear her hand in the shades of dun.
Yet she is beauty and of divine grace
The maiden with the kind and smiling face
Who’s come to guide us to a better place
But we fear leaving earth without a trace.
Her gentle hand that leads us to the light
Where the soul finds its glorious respite
And pain has lost all its powerful might
Yet we fear her path leads to endless night.
She waits patiently at her sacred gate
Until fear no longer resists our fate.
© JG Farmer 2014
Form: Luzvimninda’s Sonnet