Prayer

Prayer Clasped were her hands, bowed was her head. Standing in front of the idols, she invoked her for the beads she had to shed. Unashamedly the precious pearls overcome her vision. Here she was in communion with the one, the Supreme, her icon. A sanctuary where the contents of her soul were unreservedly poured. A haven where the mask of wellness and the facade of pretentious happiness were disrobed. An urge too strong to be ignored, she laid bare her dignity. Here she was herself, she felt herself, she glorified herself in serenity. Letting go of the intense sorrow that consumed her spirit, she sought solace from Mother Goddess. Her faith in that powerful entity survived her through the darkness. The script of her life unbeknownst to her was her blessing. The heartache, struggles, stress and strain was all her doing. Now with the eyes close, the soothing presence embraced every figment, every shred and every particle of the fickle ornament; A gift to the child coming to her in prayer fervent.