The dark purple shadows tracing across her motions
The slant ever so slightly off
Until one day
A cataclysmic burst of white hot
Laid it all bare, raw, almost incomprehensible
Working with her burdens
Blind trust in the process at first
And as understanding grew
Small worn spots appeared in the gossamer folds
White smudges awash in the violet sweep
And she rejoiced
And so it goes on
The questions and answers
The rhythm of the day moving along
Faith no longer blind
Love, trust, and curiosity
The biggest question for her now
How to live this understanding
Bring it home so to speak
How to let it color her life
So that she may rejoice again and again
As each moment appears
