With soil
from life’s toil
on Her
hands,
She
stands
broken.
Yet
another
deed
left
unspoken
in the name
of
Goodness.
My goodness!–
A mere
candle in Her sun
cannot compete.
Her feet
firmly
planted
on the
ground
are idyllic;
prolific.
Her benevolence,
Implicit,
elicits compassion
from few.
What can
she do?
Who
Will
pay
for
the sins
of
her kin
better than
She can?
Merisdyologyx 