What will it be that she will do?
What fate lies beyond today,
And what will be the recompense for that sacrifice?
Surely it cannot be asked in vain.
The Great Lord would not take so much
Without returning what is lost.
It has been this way since the beginning.
Yet there is weariness.
Where will be her place of respite and refuge?
When does the seeking yield its fruit?
Where there is love, when there is love,
There is her anchorage and her rest.
© Rachelle LeCount
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