the dancer remains when the music ends

Written to a friend who has so much to offer the world, but sometimes feels the corruption of this world upon her.
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Wisdom, hard earned,
burned into a soft heart
that still beats with sweet prayer.
Beauty, layer after layer,
not a player with the souls of others,
but an angel who is soothsayer
to those who would listen
as glistening words and framed light
expresses her distresses and joy.


William F. DeVault. al rights reserved.