A Prayer
Great Lady to whom all things return,
God who leads beside still waters,
Creator of the Earth below
keep this child...

Oh the pain,
sorrow that won't subside.
Cuilt of another life gone.
A flower blooms,
cries are heard
watching over another grave.
Sun begins to set.
Stones reside alone.
Not quite night, a bird sings.
The air grows still
light to shadow.
Lone star shines down
Spark in the dark

Hold them still,
Guide their steps,
On their way,
So they may live another day.

-Copyright Lilith, 1999
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