Pages of
conceit, she burns,
before she steps
in.
She deserts
it all
to make room
for Him.
Slivers of
vanity,
she leaves
behind-
everything that
shan’t allow
to seep Him
in.
All she
carries with her
is unbending
readiness.
And devotion,
her companion,
constant.
And when she
steps out,
she indeed, never
would.
But what you
knew of her,
shall be memory
so distant.
