GLORY GIRL

A little girl was born long ago
With her importance concealed inside
She grew up with troubles and sorrows
In a place where dreams lived and died

Oh, there were pretty gardens
Enough to bring a soul to hope
But there were also big oaks
Where desire dangled on a tethered rope

The more she grew up
The deeper significance drove...down
The bottomless well, so empty
In her tears, she could easily drown

It seemed like all dressed alike
In dark, black, nothing clothes
But she believed their had to be colors
Where beauty freely flows

One day, the bottom fell out
Her well could no longer hold
A man appeared with a color
That lightened her load

She followed him, wherever he went
And began to leave the town
Others were horrified to see
Smiles replace her frowns

Her walk became a run
She came and went at will
Til the community demanded payment
For an undisclosed bill

She sank in despair
Not knowing how the bill accrued 
Her mind raced in circles
Not understanding how happy, could ever, be rude

Her deliverer bid her come
Leave the people with their despair
She couldn't leave her love
But her heart remained ....there

Many years passed with her love
She grew and learned her worth
As her color was revealed
Her love filled the earth

Everywhere she was led
Her color caused a stink
Angry mobs of fearful peeps
Refused to see, hear, or think

Complacency dulled desire
Too dull to point out the WAY
She skipped with joy
Encouraging others to come away

Comfort bought their souls, long ago
In the habit of survival and pain
It was easier to pay the piper
Than allow the heart any gain

She lived among them, for a bit
Enduring the constant push to conform
But nothing they used could touch
The color that the Spirit formed

Every abuse, every blow
Made the color glisten and shine
Revealing the Truth
This Glory Girl is mine.

Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-07-15

 Moral: You can lead a horse to water, but you can not make him drank. Choice was worth the death of His son. Love can't be bought, it must be won :)