Change is the constant variable in the chaos,
She prefers it above any approved religion.
Healing and stitching the disgraced hallows
Is the practice of kindness, and not irreligion.
It’s the imposed rule of “taking and giving”
Spiralling the harmony the Universe bestowed.
and sometimes she could hear angels singing,
In illusionary heaven that claims to sit above.
The music is rapturous, spinning the soul up,
Cutting the blind eye open, shining inward.
A smile, an honest to God smile, educing a start-up,
Encouraging to open one’s mind and move onward.